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dreams could be.
 I grew up poor. Trailer park and a dad not too interested in work. My dreams were a
nice little ranch where I could have a house and raise horses and chickens. To have what I
needed and give my mom a safe, stable place to stay. I d work it all solo if I had to. I wanted to
work.
 I m sorry, you deserved better.
 Everyone does, but now, I protect people. It s an extension of all that. No ranch or
anything, but I know I can get sick, and I ve got insurance. I can pay my bills. More secure than
my childhood. Jones didn t want Brian to see him as the poor kid, but they had very different
starting points in life.  Being gay only made it extra challenging. You know that.
Brian smiled, and it stuck this time.  My dad went nuts. My grandfather kept trying to
exorcise the gay demon out of me. My mom cried. Trish was confused. But I had Penny. I had it
pretty good compared to some. No one kicked me out or disowned me. Grandpa tried, but Dad
refused to turn his back on blood.
 I can t wait to meet Penny. Grayson s a new man since he met her. Jones needed a
mood changer. They both had to reset and get back to business. Reaching back, he flipped the
knob on the door.
 We do need to get back to work. Brian smiled, despite his words.
Jones rounded the desk and pulled Brian to his feet. When Brian made a move for Jones
fly, Jones pinned both of Brian s hands behind his back.  Not that.
 I don t think my ass can take another round. Besides, people would hear that. Brian
blushed.
 Liked it? Jones let his ego puff up.
 Hell, yes. Brian kissed Jones.
That s what Jones needed now. Both of them could use a dose of affection. A make out
session seemed a little high school, but Jones had never had that from a guy in high school. He d
tried so hard to be what people wanted and got nowhere. This was his prize, even if he couldn t
keep Brian forever. Finally, he d have memories of love and not just sex.
Love messed up everything but was irresistible. Jones knew his mom loved his father;
she d stayed with him no matter what. Love wasn t always good for you.
He curled his arms around Brian s waist. Then Brian snaked his arms around Jones neck.
The kiss deepened but never crossed to the sexual trigger. Their hard bodies pressed together,
fully clothed. Jones kissed Brian s neck and inhaled his scent. The memory of this could keep
Jones going. He was loveable and could make someone happy, but Brian needed different things.
Breaking the kiss, Jones stepped back.  I ve got work to do. But you need to do what
makes you happy and not worry about the rest of it, Brian. The people who really love you will
support you, and the rest of them don t matter. You ll win the customers over. He adjust his hat
and walked out of the office before he said something he d really regret, like how much he was
in love with Brian.
Chapter Seven
Things had been eerily calm since the shot through the window. As Brian closed up, the
shop was ready for tomorrow s grand opening. More hardware was in place, and Jones had even
put one of the guards on night watch out front in a car. The security system they d installed was
good, but Jones wanted to catch the offender.
Walking to the back door, Brian felt an odd loss. He was getting his dream, but it meant
Jones would be leaving.  Talked to Grayson? Brian asked.
Jones nodded.  My team is booked on a flight tomorrow evening. Grayson feels he can
handle it from there. He knows what he s doing; I ve briefed him. You re all set.
One more night. Brian wanted to say something. The right thing.  Thanks was
insufficient, but  I love you was too much.
As Brian locked the back door and remotely set the alarm, footsteps echoed in the alley.
Someone shouted,  Go to hell!
In the darkness, shots rang out.
Brian felt a large form tackle him. Not Jones but one of the other guards, Lionel,
whispered,  Stay down. Hit the alarm.
Nodding, Brian fumbled for the remote and hit the panic button as his heart slammed in
his chest. He wasn t hurt, but what about Jones? The alarm blared so he couldn t even hear his
lover s voice to be sure. Terror gripped him. Jones could be shot dead for all Brian knew.
Through the noise, he heard a struggle and a scream.
 Got him, Jones called.
Lionel stood up, freeing Brian. Uninjured, Jones had plastic restraints around the
assailant s hands and feet. The gun sat on the pavement. Relieved, Brian focused in the dark. He
needed to improve the lighting out back. But it was the voice swearing from the ground that
caught Brian s attention.
 You re a sinner, the old man yelled.
Brian shook his head.  Get him up!
 The old ones are slippery. They wiggle out of handcuffs. Lionel didn t move.
 You ll burn, all of you! The familiar voice cut through Brian.
 I know, Grandpa. I know. Brian looked at Jones.
Within minutes, they took him inside. Brian called his mother while Jones and Lionel [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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