Chapter 47

The man was mine. Oh, maybe not forever, but I intended to hold onto him for as long as I could. And maybe that was totally out of character for a man like me, but fuck it. Who said I couldn’t change?

Well, except for a certain major who worked for the Office of the Inspector General?

Before driving to the stable where Quinn and his mother kept their horses, I stopped by Aspen Reach, picking the lock to get us into my condo, and I gave him a quick tour.

“Powder room, kitchen, living room, den, guest wing….”

Quinn blinked. “Jesus, Mark.” He cleared his throat. “I mean…. Um….This certainly is pink.”

“I know. That door leads to the roof. One dark night we’ll go up on it and screw our brains out.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

“The master suite is this way.” I led him back through the living room and into the bedroom. “Try to picture it beige, or buff, maybe, or a blue gray.”

“Anything will be better than this pink. This is a nice fireplace.”