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The seconds ticked by

Trace announced, "We’re ready to go"

"Me, too" Chris started to wade away

Grinning, shirt and shoes in hand, Matt slogged through the water behind hih Chris didn’t want to admit it, relief lifted the tension from his chest

Nohat?

CHAPTER TWO

Dressed in his usual aged and faded T-shirt with coer-combed, Chris stared at the bed

Or more precisely, the man in his bed

On his sto only a small part of his lower body, Matt slept on undisturbed He was so damned different from Chris Precise in his style and attitude A hairdresser, for crying out loud--though Matt insisted on being called a Master Stylist

He was good, no tays about it He owned his own upscale salon and catered to the elite--people ere, again, nothing like Chris

Maybe that hat drew hiood looks and fit bod was his outlook on life Matt was different, exciting, fun and easy to be with

But the big problem remained: Matt had no idea what Chris really did for Dare He didn’t--couldn’t--know the high-level, influential and powerful reach of Dare’s assignled with them all: Dare, Trace, Jackson and Spencer He was accepted But only because he didn’t know The others trusted Chris to understand the i into theup transportation, fabricating their cover Research Data When necessary, he did coround checks, document searches

He knew the men never left unfinished business or loose ends They all had the capability to be lethal They worked with local authorities when they could, but had the capacity to move beyond them when necessary

Whenever possible, he stayed on the sidelines If Dare went off on a mission, Chris held down the hoood at his job

Sure, he downplayed the ti difficulty of his job because he enjoyed it soDare needed--rinned Luckily, Molly now filled that one and only void

Rolling to his back, Matt stretched, unwittingly putting on a show, displaying flexed , Matt looked good Too good Chris locked his jaw and his knees, fighting the urge to rejoin hi would be easier