Chapter 3
Part of Jed, the disciplined, trained agent, stood back aghast at what he’d just said, while the rest of him, the man who’d been fighting the urge to touch Monte, to kiss him almost from the first, just acted. All at once, he couldn’t wait another moment, could no longer resist the urgent need to feel Monte’s body against his, to taste the boyish smile and find out whether the sizzle of their few accidental touches was a fluke or the real thing.
He set the two coffee mugs on the counter and crossed to where Monte leaned in the doorway. Even before he got close to the other man, his arms already reached for him. A man has a head at each end of his spine, and when one is working, the other isn’t. The old adage slipped through his mind, as if from a distance.
No question, his c**
