Chapter 13At the first beep of his alarm, Montreal sat up and threw off the bedclothes. Without hesitation, he strode from his room, locking the door behind him, and went directly to Jeroboam’s daytime quarters. The captain was the only officer who had both day and night suites for which, at that moment, Montreal was very thankful.
He tapped a beat on the door, and it opened immediately, revealing only darkness. Montreal stepped inside. He closed and locked the door behind him and waited.
Two lamps slowly illuminated the chair where Jeroboam sat. His lover was already naked. However, the golden light wasn’t strong enough to display the light dusting of dark and silver hair. Nor could he see the tattoos that ran across toned pecs and from shoulder to elbow on both arms. But Montreal knew
