I took the paracetamol, then stared into the mirror above the sink. “You have a big mouth, Tanner. Now you just watch your step before James…” I sighed. I did like the sound of his name on my lips. “…realises it’s him you wouldn’t mind having in your bed and tosses you out of Alpha Squad onto your arse.”
Then I frowned. That he would think I’d think less of St John because the poor boy had finally found love…
I’d been on leave after an assignment a few months after I’d joined NS3 and happened to be taking a stroll—accidently on purpose—through Mayfair. A young boy sat on one of the benches in the square, his head buried in a book and his shoulders hunched against the unmerciful teasing of a group of older boys.
“Push off,” I growled at the boy who seemed to be the instigator.
“Do you k
