Sanctuary
What’s the first rule of running a gym for combat vets? Enjoy the scorching hot scenery, but get your kicks somewhere else.
Never mind that my cousin-slash-business partner ignores that rule every chance he gets. I don’t ignore it. Ever. And frankly, between Grindr and living in one of the gayest cities in America, it’s not exactly a hardship.
Hell, it’s so easy, I can do it on one leg.
That is, until a pair of blue eyes swimming with vulnerability shows up at my door, looking for a job. He’s too skinny, too mouthy, and way too young for the likes of me, but he pings that protector instinct in me, hard.
I want to fix whatever put that lost look in his eyes, but to manage that, I’d have to do the one thing I said I’d never do.
Break my own rules.
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