That night in bed, Grant could smell Frankie’s scent. He’d only been in his bed one night, and already he could taste him in the air. He felt as if he could reach out and touch him, that he was right beside him instead of out on the dark street wandering around. Oh, God, where was he? Was he safe? Or had he fallen into the hands of those who would want to hurt him? Both such good-looking men would attract all kinds of evil doers. If a man like Max could fool him, those two didn’t stand a chance.
I’ve been on the streets since I was five…
He remembered Frankie’s words, but it hadn’t been the streets of New York he’d grown up on. Maybe Hicktown, USA, but trouble begins and ends right here where the night has a thousand eyes. And Paris. Paris wasn’t as streetwise as Frankie. All he would ha
