Author: Dirk Greyson
Series: Day and Knight (Book 3)
Genre: M/M, Contemporary, Adventure
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: May 6 2016
Edition/Formats: eBook & Print
For Scorpion agents Day and Knight, their relationship is slow to develop, and trust is hard to build. Then Day’s brother, Stephen, goes missing, and Day finds out more about him than he ever dreamed. Day’s first reaction to Stephen’s disappearance is to try to get out to him as fast as possible.
Knight initially holds him back so they can attempt to find out what they’re walking into. But when Knight sees Day’s desperation, he steps in to help and tries to calm the man he’s growing to care about, even though the trail is cold and clues are scarce.
When Day witnesses his brother being shot live on television, he loses the last of his control. Despite the lack of answers, Day is more determined than ever to find out what happened. Stephen is all the family he has left.
Bone-deep fear and adversity threaten to tear Day and Knight apart, but facing unimaginable hardship together might finally cement the bond between them.
“Yeah, right, when has either of us coasted?” Knight snapped, and Day swallowed hard, wondering what was going on. “We’ve been going for three weeks and have put healing and our personal lives on hold, willingly.” The hard Marine portion of Knight was up and ready to fight. “Sir.”
Day turned away because… well, first of all, he didn’t want to smile and break the effect. And second, Knight was hot like this: filled with tension, legs apart, firmly planted like it would take a howitzer to move him.
Sometimes Day forgot the power Knight could command.
Day turned back once he’d schooled his expression and wondered what was going on between them. “All right, enough pissing contest,” he finally said, trying to defuse the situation. “I can get a ruler.” He pulled open his drawer, and both of them turned away at the same time.
“Go home, both of you,” Dimato reiterated. “It’s late.” He turned and walked high and tall back toward his office.
“What’s wrong with you?” Day asked as he turned back to his computer to finish up his work. “That’s the guy who decides our assignments, and unless you want to get the shit ones for the rest of your life… or fired….” Day shook his head.
“He had no right.”
Day sniffed loudly. “Don’t get all testosterony. I’m sure he was kidding about coasting, and it was only his way of saying we needed to get out of here while we could.” Day saved his report and e-mailed it before locking his computer and getting his bag ready for the weekend.
“What the hell is all that?” Knight asked.
“Work and reading for the weekend. I read the reports of other teams so I can keep up on what’s happening. Some are pretty interesting.”
“Most are dull as dirt.” Knight grunted. “Grab your stuff and let’s get out of here.”
That was interesting. Knight usually just went home. He didn’t hang around and wait for Day on a regular basis. After their first assignment, Knight hadn’t spoken to him for the first week, while he’d been recuperating. Day knew Knight had said things would be different when they got home, but he hadn’t really thought it would come to pass. Knight had this “what happens on a mission, stays on a mission” thing. Day had hoped it would be different this time, but he hadn’t wanted to count on it.
“I need to stop at home,” Day said.
“Fine. We can go to dinner from there.” Knight turned and strode in his stiff, military way back toward his desk.
Day momentarily forgot what he was doing as he watched Knight’s ass in perfectly pressed dress pants. He blinked and turned back to what he was doing in case anyone saw. He finished packing up, grabbed his bag, and left the office, then went right to his car and drove home. He figured Knight would be right along after him, and he had a few things he needed to do before he was ready to go.
He parked in his spot and walked up to his apartment, getting the mail out of the box on the way. He climbed the stairs and let himself in, dropped the mail on the table, and then hurried to the bedroom. The shirt he’d been wearing had been itching him all day, so he took it off, grabbed a comfortable, deep blue, long-sleeve pullover, and slipped into it. He sighed at the softness. When the door buzzer rang, he let Knight in.
“You could have waited.”
“You didn’t,” Day said. “I wanted to change, and I knew you’d be impatient.”
“Do you want something to drink or to go straight to dinner?” This dating-type thing was different. They’d eaten together plenty, and Day had spent an awkward, snowy night at Knight’s house once. There was no pattern to go by. On a mission they generally got along and knew their jobs and their roles. The excitement and energy also seemed to bridge the physical gap between them—most of the time spectacularly.
“What do you have?”
Day went to the refrigerator and got a couple of sodas. He brought them over and handed one to Knight. He wasn’t sure if he saw gratitude or annoyance in Knight’s eyes. He could be so hard to read. “I have beer if you really want one.” Knight was still fighting some demons, one of them being the bottle he’d told Day he crawled into after the death of his wife and son. Day wanted to be supportive, even if a beer would have felt good right then.
He motioned to the sofa, and Knight took a seat. They opened their cans and sipped. Day wasn’t sure what to talk about, and Knight stared at the walls, silent and seemingly content to stay that way. It drove Day crazy. “Is there something interesting about my wall?”
“No. Just thinking. Has your brother called or anything?” Knight asked.
“Nothing.” The worry that had abated came roaring back, and Day pulled out his phone and sent an Are you alive? text, hoping for some sort of response.
Dirk is very much an outside kind of man. He loves travel and seeing new things. Dirk worked in corporate America for way too long and now spends his days writing, gardening, and taking care of the home he shares with his partner of more than two decades. He has a Master’s Degree and all the other accessories that go with a corporate job. But he is most proud of the stories he tells and the life he's built. Dirk lives in Pennsylvania in a century old home and is blessed with an amazing circle of friends.
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