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Saints Like Him by Aimee Nicole Walker

Redemption Ridge, Book 3

From ex-con to self-made millionaire, there’s no challenge too tough for Cash Sweeney to conquer. So why has he spent twelve years pining for his best friend instead of doing something about it? Because losing Nick would be like existing with half of his heart. Is it better to settle for what he can have or battle for what he wants?

Banged up and burned out, FBI Agent Nick Scott arrives at Redemption Ridge with a trunkful of luggage and a yearning heart. Cash is easy to love but hard to read, and Nick fears his epiphany has come too late. Does he tuck his tail and run or fight for the man who’s become his home?

Tender gestures and heartfelt conversations lead to thrilling revelations neither man can ignore. No more what-ifs or maybes. Cash and Nick are all in. And they’ll need each other more than ever when a devious enemy emerges from the shadows to put their promising future at risk. With the stakes so high, will the guys double down or fold to pressure?

Saints Like Him is book three in the Redemption Ridge series. Though each story features a different couple, reading the series in order is essential. Saints Like Him contains mature themes and is intended for adults.

Content Warning: homophobia, abuse, and conversion therapy are briefly discussed in this book, though no graphic descriptions are used.

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When they reached the great room at the back of the house, Cash turned right toward the expansive suite Harry used to occupy. It would be the perfect space for visiting family members. They’d have their own little area on the opposite side of the home from Cash, giving everyone a private space.

“Don’t want to go right,” Nick said. He stopped without warning and hissed at the discomfort, proving Cash’s earlier assessment had been right. No sudden movements. “I don’t want to go right. I want—I need—to be near you.”

As in Cash’s room? There were no guest rooms on his side of the house, which had been a deliberate move on his part. Sleeping near Cash meant in his bed. “Nicky…”

“Please.” Nick nuzzled against his neck. “I took a redeye flight, hoping to get back to Denver this morning. I wanted to nap, swap out G-Man clothes for free man clothes, and drive to see you.”

“Things didn’t go according to plan?”

“Nope. Weather delays, a car accident, and a ridiculously long time at the ER made me more desperate to see you,” Nick said. Cash’s heart froze at hearing about the accident but melted when Nick said he needed him. “Please don’t push me away or put up a wall between us like you sometimes do.”

God, had he been so obvious? The pushing and wall building stemmed from the moments when wanting Nick was too much for Cash to bear. His wants and needs didn’t matter just then, only Nick’s. So they turned left. The only noises came from the suitcase’s rolling wheels and Patsy’s clicking toenails on the hardwood floor.

Cash knew his house was large, but the hallway leading to his quarters seemed to stretch on forever. He felt like they were in the home stretch once they reached his office, but Nick let out a weary sigh in front of the library next to it that made Cash pull up short. “Need to rest?”

Nick turned his head and looked into the library. “I want to lie on that velvety looking sofa. Is that the same one you had in your penthouse in Denver? Lost track of how many times one of us got bent over that thing.”

“Same sofa,” Cash admitted. Only a fool or a glutton for punishment would keep those kinds of reminders around to torture himself. Maybe he was both. “Don’t worry. I’ve had it professionally cleaned since then.”

Nick’s snort turned into a belch. Cash had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. God, he would be so embarrassed if he recalled parts of their conversation.

Cash steered Nick toward the sofa, intending to settle him there before taking a nearby club chair. He’d be down for the count soon, and Cash could retreat to his room for a bit to process everything that had happened and plan for things yet to transpire. Yeah, he had every intention of having a wall in place by the time Nick crawled into his bed. Cash eased him onto the middle sofa cushion, but Nick snagged his wrist before he could step back.

“Don’t leave me,” Nick said. He possessed an eerie ability to read Cash’s mind.

“I was just going to sit over there,” Cash replied, pointing to a chair.

“Too far,” Nick told him. “I hurt, and you can fix me.”

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