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the last minute but that was more than I’d hoped for. You’ve both got it. You know that?” He held his hands up and his smile widened further. “You’re both going to be bloody stars.”
    Reece enjoyed a flush of satisfaction and achievement. He’d done it. He’d gotten it right and damn, he’d been paid for it as well. He could do this, he really could.
    “I haven’t seen you take it up the arse before, Cade,” Tom went on. “You usually like to dish it out, not take it.”
    Reece looked at Cade and raised his eyebrows. “Really?”
    Cade shrugged. “Yeah, well I was caught up in the scene.”
    Reece leaned forward and dropped a kiss to his lips. “Well thanks, you know, for trusting me.”
    He shrugged. “You trusted me yesterday.”
    “How was it from your angle, Jack?” Tom asked.
    Jack nodded. “Great, got it all, won’t be much editing. Their positions were fine all the way through and they stuck to the script, mostly.”
    Tom grinned. “That’s what I like to hear, and all done on one take. No waiting around for erections to show themselves again.” He paused and shook his head. “Yep, better than I’d dared hope.” He put his hand on the door and turned the handle. “Oh, and boys…?”
    “Yes?” Cade said.
    “Go get your passports.”
    “Why?” Reece asked.
    “Because you’re flying to Vegas in a few hours.” He grinned. “For real.”

 
     
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    Chapter One
     
     
    It’s the dreams that are the worst when Jack is away. They start off pleasant enough—me riding a bike in the woods, a picnic spread on a blanket with the sea breeze ruffling my hair, my handsome soldier-lover talking of our plans for the future—but they always turn dark, these dreams. Before I wake there’s a plunge into blackness, an abyss, like falling from a plane without a parachute and flailing for something to hold on to—reaching out and finding nothing.
    When I do wake I’m left with this gut-wrenching breathlessness, my heart is racing and my limbs are heavy. Often it’s this one section of the night that lingers with me, it’s a sensation of running but not getting anywhere, putting all of my efforts into reaching Jack, battling uneven terrain, steaming uphill, fighting enemies. But my limbs are leaden, my efforts not rewarded.
    I’m standing still.
    It doesn’t take a psychologist to decipher the meaning. I’m just a deputy manager of a small town garden center and I can figure out the symbolism.
    When my partner Jack is away on a mission and I’m left at home in our little Cornish cottage, I’m utterly helpless. Oh, not that I can’t get up in the morning and get on with my day. That’s fine. I’m just not part of his terrifying world. If something happens to him, then yes, they’ll tell me eventually, but not until it’s too late, not until it’s over for him. If he needed me, was shot by enemy fire, captured and tortured, I’d never know until his ordeal was history.
    Until he was history.
    “Morning, Ken,” Mary said, rattling a trolley of begonias past me.
    I glanced up from the vegetable seed stock chart I was double-checking. “Hey, Mary. How are you?”
    “Great, thanks. Busy though, boss. We’ve just had another delivery.”
    I grinned. “Good, now stop slacking and go and earn your money.”
    She stuck her tongue out, then smiled and carried on toward the aisle of sweetly scented border plants.
    Working at Bedding Beautiful was a godsend. Not only did it take my mind off the scary times when my gorgeous Master was away on duty, it also provided me with a kind of pseudo family. Everyone knew and accepted that I was gay and that I was sometimes teetering on the edge of my nerves. They didn’t know what Jack did exactly, that was confidential information, but they knew he worked away and I was left home alone.
    Stock check complete, I headed to the cold drinks