Title: Full Disclosure
Series: Real Estate Relations: 1
Author: DJ Jamison
Publisher: DJ Jamison
Release Date: Sept. 14,2017
Genre: Romance, mystery/suspense, contemporary, small-town romance, LGBT
A new real estate agent gets more than he bargained with his first client ….
I’m desperate to make a fresh start as a real estate agent after leaving my alcoholic boyfriend of way too long. Getting a call to list a house while parading as a hot dog for a few bucks seems like my lucky break. Then things go sideways. My apartment is broken into and burglarized. Getting caught half-naked while squatting in my own listing is a low point. Seeing the sexy-voiced stranger who is now my client — and his gorgeous, cold boyfriend? — major bummer. But hey! I might sell a house … if we can ever get it in decent shape for the market and all the odd questions surfacing about my client don’t get in the way.
I’m a washed up US marshal turned bodyguard, and even that’s lost its appeal. A leave of absence to deal with a house I inherited from my great-uncle seems like a good opportunity to get my head straight. But then my boss pulls me aside and asks me to take on a witness in danger. We’d be off the grid, so to speak. The guy is a criminal, but he’s young and gay, so we set up a cover as a couple. Might seem risky in Kansas, but all the gossip about those gay guys will make a great smokescreen to our true secret: Lee is a target of the Dragon Boyz gang, and I have to keep him safe until trial. Of course, I wasn’t counting on the gorgeous blond, blue-eyed Realtor who makes me want something more in my life. When he starts asking questions, do I set him straight or risk losing him for good? And then there’s still those gang members to think about.
Story includes inappropriate attire, gunfights, flirting while in a fake relationship and male/male naughtiness.
This scene comes after Camden decides there’s something fishy about Reid and Lee’s relationship, as well as Reid’s behavior, which has come across as almost paranoid at times.
I ducked down behind a rosebush and slowly raised up to peek in the window, where I’d purposely left the blinds up an inch. Luckily Reid hadn’t noticed or adjusted them.
A twig snapped under my foot and I gasped and dropped down. “As if he can hear a twig from inside,” I whispered to myself. “Just calm down.”
I eased back up and peeked inside. I could see the dining room and half of the living area.
Lee slouched on the sofa, snacking on crackers and some kind of dip. His eyes were trained on the television.
Heart beating fast, I cupped my hands around my eyes and tried to get a better look inside. Reid walked into my view and stopped directly in front of Lee. I couldn’t hear anything they said. I didn’t know what I expected to hear anyway.
“Come on,” I muttered. “Kiss or cuddle so I can get the hell out of here.”
If I could just see some sign of affection, some confirmation they were a real couple … then what? I could shut down my suspicions they weren’t what they seemed? If nothing else, I could squash my inappropriate crush for good.
But they didn’t kiss or cuddle. I pushed at the window, hoping to slide it open an inch or two, but it didn’t budge. It was painted shut, and even if it wasn’t, it was probably locked. This whole adventure was a complete wash.
Reid shifted, moved a hand between him and Lee, and suddenly I saw their position in a new light. Lee no longer ate; his head was tilted down slightly. They were in the perfect position for a blow job.
What the heck am I doing here? I didn’t want to see this. No amount of crush-squashing was worth the memory of that. I’d never be able to look Reid in the eye again.
I lurched back from the window. I stumbled into the rosebush next to me, and cursed as thorns grabbed at my clothes and one stabbed my palm. I jerked free, hurrying around the side of the house, when my foot hit a hole in the lawn.
I came down hard on my front, shrieking like a banshee as I sprawled. A second later the back door banged open.
A ninja, you are not.
“Don’t move,” a hard voice said that I barely recognized as Reid’s. I’d never heard him so cold. Not even the night we met, when I’d been a stranger in a bath towel.
He was backlit by the light pouring out the kitchen door. This mostly left his features in shadow but it outlined his form enough for me to see the gun in his hand. Him and that gun. They were like BFFs now, it seemed. Why was he so comfortable with a weapon like that?
“Not moving!” I called, a little shrilly. “Don’t shoot.”
He took two big steps down off the porch and was beside me. He didn’t put the gun away, but he lowered it to his side.
“You tripped the alarm,” he said in a measured tone. “The windows have sensors.”
“Oh. I don’t think you mentioned that when you told me about the upgrades.”
His eyes narrowed, assessing me in way that I’d never seen him do before. Way to make yourself sound more guilty, Camden. Of course, I was guilty. Sort of.
I didn’t think spying on him was bullet-worthy, but I wasn’t the guy holding the gun. Only he could make that call.
“What are you doing out here?” he asked.
He extended a hand, helping me up. I gingerly put weight on my right foot and it held up. No sprains. Thank goodness for small favors.
“Uh, I just left my phone earlier. I was looking for it.”
“In the middle of the lawn after dark?” He glanced down, spotting the hole. “Jesus Christ, more holes. Are you the one digging them all over the yard? I thought I had a gopher problem.”
“No, I … I just tripped in one. I realized my phone wasn’t here, so I was trying to leave,” I said lamely.
A laugh broke through the night. “He really is a terrible liar.”
Oh good, Lee had joined the party. My No. 1 fan.
I realized my lie was crap, of course. But it was too late now. Stick to your story, isn’t that what they say? I hadn’t done any work in the backyard with Reid for a day. Maybe I could convince him I’d been missing my phone for a couple of days, but no … he’d probably seen me use it at some point early today.
I tried to think of a way I could make the lie more convincing, but my mind went blank. Guess I wasn’t cut out to be a criminal.
“Maybe he’s a spy. Shoot him,” Lee said, his eyes lighting up.
His words were ridiculous and there was a hint of humor in his tone, but my breath caught in my throat. Reid held a gun, and he could shoot me if he chose.
Reid didn’t take his eyes off me. They were harder and colder than I’d ever seen them.
“Lee, how about you stop running your mouth for two minutes?”
“Fuck you, man. I’m not the one who was creeping around. Be an asshole to your peeping Tom.”
My mouth was too dry to protest. I couldn’t bring a single word to my lips. My eyes kept straying to the gun, unable to focus on anything other than the threat.
Reid sighed and holstered his weapon, and my tongue finally came loose. “I’m not a perv.”
“Yeah, Cam, I don’t doubt that,” he said dryly. “Come inside and explain why you’re in my backyard dressed like a B movie cat burglar.”
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DJ Jamison grew up in the Midwest and worked in newsrooms for more than 10 years before trying her hand at romance writing. Her first m/m romance stories focused on a series of love connections between small-town Kansas newspaper staffers, their sources and their readers before she expanded into novels venturing into emergency rooms and other settings. She lives in Kansas with her husband, two sons and three glow-in-the-dark fish who are miraculously still alive. The same can’t be said for the hamster she got in college. RIP Bogie.