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370 pages, ebook
First published September 6, 2013
"Why do the craziest things sound possible when you say them?"
Tony let out a breath. "I'm magic, hon. See the halo?"
"Horns and a tail are more likely. So…I don't know what to do."
Before he could get his tongue around that, Tony said clearly,
As one, every MacLean in the room turned to stare at him. Tony shrugged nonchalantly. "Shakespeare. I'm an English teacher. Sometimes it comes in handy."
"'Oh no, sir, Detective Hunky and I never once discussed you-know-who. Not one little bit.'"
Mac laughed. "Call me Detective Hunky and we will be in trouble in court."
Tony mock-growled. "Call him Detective Hunky again and you may not make it to court."
"Yeah. It was good. It…fuck. I am still a mess, you know?"
A hug seemed the wrong thing to offer. Tony held out the box of cookies. "You can always open a bakery."
Mac Laughed and took another. "I think these were a fluke."
"Practice makes perfect."
‘He couldn’t give Tony a normal husband, but he could give him a well-built one. But running—this was food for the soul.’
‘The echo of his words then came back to Tony so clearly. “Someday two guys will be able to kiss like that, in front of all the world.” Well, they still weren’t shopping for a white dress in this state, but so much else had changed. Tony closed his hands on Mac’s shoulders, feeling the strength of Mac’s arms locked behind him, and gazed up into his eyes. “Is this someday?”
“Damned right it is,” Mac growled.’
⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*‘Someday’'s finally here*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
“I will always try to come back to you. To stay safe.”
“I know.”
“A bullet is less common than a speeding car. Or a clogged artery.”
“I know that too.”
“What can I say?”
“Nothing.”
“Look in that mirror,” he whispered. “There. That stunning, big, dark, man, and that smaller guy. That's you and me. And that's fucking hot and gorgeous and just about perfect. That's as gay as an Easter parade, and still completely about two real men. Your family can throw insults, and they can shun us, and they can discriminate all they want, but they can't make that less than fucking perfect.”
“Is this someday?”
“Damned right it is,”
“Look in that mirror,” he whispered. “There. That stunning, big, dark man, and that smaller guy. That’s you and that’s me. And that’s fucking hot and gorgeous and just about perfect. That’s as gay as an Easter parade, and still completely about two real men. Your family can throw insults, and they can shun us, and they can discriminate all they want, but they can’t make that less than fucking perfect.” ~ Tony
"Look in that mirror. There. That stunning, big, dark man, and that smaller guy. That's you and that's me. And that's fucking hot and gorgeous and just about perfect. That's as gay as an Easter parade, and still completely about two real men. Family can throw insults, and they can shun us, and they can discriminate all they want, but they can't make that less than fucking perfect."