by TA Moore
Boyd hesitated and then slowly nodded. “Okay,” he said. That makes sense.”
Disappointment flashed over Morgan’s face. It was gone too quickly to pin it down. Maybe he’d just miss the bed. Either way, he shook it off. “Yeah,” he said roughly as the Uber pulled up. “It does.”
IT WAS nearly five when Boyd finally made it to Morgan’s door at the B and B. He rapped his knuckles against the painted wood and fidgeted from foot to foot while he waited. When Morgan opened the door and saw Boyd, he exhaled in unmistakable relief.
“I thought I’d—”
“Wait. Before you say anything,” Boyd interrupted, “I have something to show you. It’s downstairs.”
Morgan looked confused and slightly disappointed, but he followed Boyd downstairs and out through the time-capsule lobby, all silver trays and heavy furniture with carved feet. They went out through the narrow side door and into the crooked, K-shaped parking lot.
Shay’s car was parked right in front of the door, angled crosswise over two spaces.
The fire had left the old car more charred cherry than black cherry. The heat had taken the high gloss off the paint and left singed, blackened pocks that exposed the gunmetal undercoat. Smoke stained the windscreen in opaque streaks, worked too deep into the glass to clean off.
“Shay said this was the car you want,” Boyd said as he held out the keys. His voice was rough, and he had to clear it and try again. “It’s not worth what it was before the fire, but it runs. The engine is fine. It’ll get you where you need to go.”
Morgan hesitated for a second and then walked over to run his hand over the charred hood in consolation.
“You got me a car,” he said. “So I could get out of your life faster?”
Boyd tossed the keys over the hood to him. They rattled, hooked together on a rabbit’s foot key ring as Morgan easily grabbed them out of the air.
“You’ll need a car to get where you’re going,” Boyd said. “Wherever that is. At least I won’t have to worry you’ve hitchhiked and gotten yourself killed.”
“Again,” Morgan said.
Boyd grimaced as he absorbed. “Again,” he agreed. “It will take some getting used to, that you’re him.”
“You were the one who tried to convince me that I was last night,” he pointed out as he wiped soot off the window so he could look through at the heat-warped leather seats. “What changed your mind?”
Boyd leaned back against the wall and tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Nothing,” he said. “It’s just… a bigger idea now it’s here. I guess I hadn’t thought it through. Anyhow, the car’s yours. You can drive it out of town whenever you like. Or… you can stay.”
An odd expression flickered over Morgan’s face. He laughed tiredly. “I’m such an asshole that I’m glad you asked, even if I have to say no. Come on, Boyd, what have I got here?”
“Me,” Boyd said. If he thought that would be enough, he wouldn’t have brought the car. “Donna Calloway—”
“She hates you.”
“She doesn’t hate you,” Boyd countered. He gestured at the car. “A newish car.”
Morgan was coaxed into a laugh as he picked a large, dandruffy flake of paint off the white car and flicked it away from him. “Newish, lightly bonfired,” he said.
“And once Shay gets the garage back on its feet, however many shares of the company the ten grand I’ll get back from your bail can get you,” Boyd said. “Shay agreed. So… stay.”
Morgan inhaled. “You think I don’t want to? I can’t go back to jail, and Lo’s gunning for me—”
“He’s after Morgan Graves,” Boyd said. “No judge in their right mind is going to turn ‘Sammy Calloway came home’ into ‘Put Sammy Calloway in jail.’ I don’t think being Sammy is going to come with a lot of advantages, so you might as well make use of that one. And if they try, we’ll fight it.”
There was a long, uncertain pause—or at least it felt long—and then Morgan cracked a quick, ruthlessly charming smile.
“Do you want me to stay?” he asked.
The urge to “up to you” him, to pass on the responsibility, caught in Boyd’s throat. He always tried to be no trouble, to not want anything for himself. As though he didn’t deserve it. But… he wanted this.
“I want you to stay,” he said clearly. “Please?”
Morgan exhaled raggedly and walked over to Boyd. He caught Boyd’s hips in his hands and pulled him a step closer. Their bodies pressed easily together from chest to thigh.
“You’d have been ten grand and a car richer if you realized all I needed was you,” Morgan said. “But I don’t know what’s next. I don’t know what I’ll find out, about who, when Mac starts to pick my life apart. Or what you’ll find out.”
“You’ll stay?” Boyd checked.
Morgan hesitated and then rested his forehead against Boyd’s. “I’ll stay.”
“Then—” Boyd kissed him. “—whatever you find out, I’ll be here for. I can’t change the past, but I won’t let anyone hurt you again. We’re in this together.”
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TA MOORE is a Northern Irish writer of romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and contemporary romance novels. A childhood in a rural seaside town fostered a suspicious nature, a love of mystery, and a streak of black humour a mile wide. As her grandmother always said, “She’d laugh at a bad thing, that one,” mind you, that was the pot calling the kettle black. TA studied history, Irish mythology, and English at University, mostly because she has always loved a good story. She has worked as a journalist, a finance manager, and in the arts sectors before she finally gave in to a lifelong desire to write.
Coffee, Doc Marten boots, and good friends are the essential things in life. Spiders, mayo, and heels are to be avoided.
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By TA Moore
Every Other Weekend
Ghostwriter of Christmas Past
Liar, Liar
Take the Edge Off
BLOOD AND BONE
Dead Man Stalking
DIGGING UP BONES
Bone to Pick
Skin and Bone
ISLAND CLASSIFIEDS
Wanted – Bad Boyfriend
LOST AND FOUND
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PLENTY, CALIFORNIA
Swipe
Bone to Pick
Skin and Bone
WOLF WINTER
Dog Days
Stone the Crows
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