What makes this particular genre you are involved in so special?
“Where’s your final destination?” Mason was like a sniper with his target in his sights. He wouldn’t let up on the trigger.
Just what Noah didn’t want to deal with. “I’m heading to Maryland to meet up with the ship.” Noah tried to come up with something to ask Mason, but before he had a chance, Mason had more questions.
“Oh. They’re not going to leave without you? I assume your flight was canceled too?”
Noah finished his drink and waved to the bartender for another one. Might as well get a little lit. He had a long night in the airport ahead of him. He’d stay at the bar until they kicked him out, then go hang out over by the gate, and wait until morning for his new flight—they’d keep the place open with so many cancelations. “Think all the planes are grounded. But I have four days before the boat heads out. Figured I’d travel down early to check things out.” And because I don’t have anything else to do.
“That’s a good thing, then.”
The bartender brought over Noah’s fresh drink and asked Mason if he wanted another. Passing on the refill, Mason stared at Noah. Trying to figure out what he was looking for had Noah’s skin crawling.
Seeing Mason was about to speak, Noah asked, “Where were you headed?”
“Up north to meet a friend.”
“Where’d you start?”
“Here,” Mason said. “I live thirty minutes away.”
“That’s perfect. You can head home and come back tomorrow; try again.”
“I’ll have to check on the available flights. There’s only one a day to Rutland, Vermont. If I’m not guaranteed on it, I’ll have to shut down the whole trip.”
Noah was surprised. “You’re headed to Vermont? What’s up there this time of year?”
“A friend.”
It took a moment for it to dawn on Noah. “Oh.”
“Exactly. He’s not going to be too happy when he finds out I’m not coming.”
Noah must have misunderstood. Mason wasn’t going north to see a fuck buddy, just some friend. Why had sex automatically popped in Noah’s head?
“He’s going to be pissed. I missed the last two times because of work. He’s going to think I’m avoiding him. Or have someone else on the side.”
What the hell? Noah took a gulp of his drink. Had Mason just outed himself to Noah? That couldn’t be. Mason wasn’t gay. There was no way he was gay. Noah took another sip as the bartender walked over to ask Mason if he was ready for a refill. Mason wasn’t, but Noah sure was. Or maybe not, as he’d already started to hallucinate.
“So, what are your plans for the night?” Mason asked.
Plan on getting fucked up, then sleep at the gate until my flight is ready to take off. Or… “I’m going to hang for a bit longer, then head over to one of the hotels the flight attendants had mentioned. Heard them say a few had shuttles to the airport.”
“All right.” Mason seemed to want to say more, but for some reason he hesitated.
“You going to head out?” Noah asked, believing Mason felt bad about leaving him there. That was ridiculous.
“I’m thinking you can come with me. I have a spare room and can run you back here first thing in the morning. What do you say?”
Noah hadn’t seen that coming. What do I say? “I’ll be fine. Thought I’d hang around for a bit, and be ready to crash when I get to a hotel.”
“Well, it’s not really hopping here. And if Guinness is your drink of choice, I’ve got plenty at home.”
“I don’t want to be a bother.”
“No bother. Like I said, I have the room. Bringing you here tomorrow is not a big deal.”
Noah wasn’t sure why he was so uncertain about going with Mason. A soft bed in a warm, quiet house played better than an uncomfortable seat in a cold, noisy airport.
“Um. Yeah. Thanks.”
Mason’s smile grew. “Good. Finish that drink, and let’s head out. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”
Noah had made a mistake.
Mason laughed. Confused, Noah just watched him.
“You should have seen your face. You turned white as a sheet.” Mason let out a hearty laugh. “Relax. I’m not going to make you play twenty questions. Okay?”
Noah was an ass. Mason was kidding, and Noah was having a heart attack. Jesus. When had he gotten so freaked out by talking? Six months, three days and about twenty-two hours ago. Right before his life fell to shit.
Meet two men who need each other’s help but don’t realize it until it’s almost too late.
Noah is gay and terrified someone might find out. So much so that when he was blackmailed with pictures of himself with another man, instead of coming clean, he left his SEAL team without a word.
The other man is openly gay Mason, a former Marine and now part of the FBI’s Joint Terrorist Task force. It takes eight years after their first meeting in the desert for a chance event bring the two men together again. Now Noah must decide if he’s ready to accept who he is or if it’s easier to cut and run. Can they navigate the obstacles in their path to build a relationship? And why does the thought of that scare them more than investigating a group of terrorists?
LA writes m/m romance with a splash of suspense. She loves her men to work hard, play hard and love hard. It doesn’t matter what their walk of life, although she has a special place in her heart for Military heroes, those that put their life on the line every day to keep us safe, trouble always seems to find them—whether it’s a homicidal maniac, someone with a grudge against the country, or an ex who’s seeking out revenge—LA’s guys aren’t always faced with just fighting for love, they often have to fight for their lives.
LA has always lived in the North East and has recently stretched her boundaries and moved further North—the more relaxed life style giving her more time to write—in theory anyway.
Among the things she loves besides writing and her family are her friends, those she writes with and those she writes about, reading, games (the kind with boards, not in love), playing poker, her dogs, Nutella and Bok Choy, and of course, the men and women from the Military, past and present, who keep us safe.
When she finds herself stuck at the keyboard, her fingers refusing to move, her characters refusing to talk, she likes to take a break, blast some music, and dance like no one is watching her or sing her heart out into her hairbrush microphone.
She’s living her happily ever after and wants the same for all her characters. LA believes love comes in all different packages and each should be wrapped in a ribbon and cherished.
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