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was hidden. Given the way Severin was suddenly
looking at him with narrowed eyes, he wasn’t so sure.
    “So, we fight terrorists?” Noah prodded the other man to
deflect any mention of his inappropriate condition.
    A couple of seconds ticked by before his visitor answered.
“Yes. We go after the homegrown ones, too, including a charming group known as
The True Sons of America. These murderous freaks believe our country is being
run by all the wrong kinds of people, which means people other than those who
share their total bullshit bigoted view of the world. You infiltrated them and
learned they are planning an attack somewhere here in the Boston area just in
time for the Fourth of July.” He paused, swore briefly and softly before
continuing. “And you weren’t in an accident so much as tortured.”
    Noah let the words sink in, as incredible as they were. His
body was riddled with cuts and bruises, pain seeped through the relatively
light medication they gave him at his insistence because he didn’t like his
brain foggier than it already was. He tried desperately to remember if anything
Severin said made sense to him. It didn’t and the effort made his head ache. He
brought his fingers up to press against his temples, his eyes closed to shut
out the light in the room. A hand, warm and comforting, descended on his raised
thigh. “Are you okay, Noah?”
    The touch, even through the sheet, both electrified and
soothed. His nipples tingled, his balls pulled up tighter. His cock hardened to
a painful state. He wanted nothing more than to lean toward Severin and shift
the large hand from his thigh to the hard length beside it. He wanted those
strong fingers curled around his shaft, squeezing and pulling.
    “Shit!” Noah jerked away from Severin instead, dislodging
the comforting hand and dismissing its owner. He didn’t dare do anything else. Maybe
he couldn’t remember his own name or the fact that he was some kind of super
cop, but he did remember how relatively rare men fucking other men was. He also
remembered a man who made unwelcome advances to another man could end up
getting hurt, as in having the crap beaten out of him. It’s not that he was
particularly worried about the latter bit, but he had a connection to this man
and didn’t want to jeopardize that by asking, Hey, would you mind giving me
a hand job? And, when you’re done, could you crawl into bed with me and hold me
while I try to sleep because I feel so fucking alone and scared. And I’m afraid
of going to sleep because when I wake up I remember all over again that I can’t
remember?
    No, in many ways he was back to living on a more primitive
survival mode. Instinct told him to play it safe and assume Severin Blake was a
straight as they come and not interested in playing with another man’s cock. So
he closed his eyes and said, “Sorry, my head hurts and I’m tired. Do you mind?”
    Severin’s voice washed over him, soothing, understanding.
“It’s all right. I’m sorry if I upset you. It’s going to be all right, Noah.
You’re not alone.”
    How had the guy even known what he was thinking and feeling?
Unable to trust his voice, Noah simply nodded. When he heard the bedroom door
open and close, he let the tears fall.
    * * * * *
    Haley stepped quietly up to the bed and looked down at a
sleeping Noah. It was late at night, and she had done all she could do for one
day. The list of primary targets and the assignments for recon were made. She’d
even managed to do it while sitting next to Severin. While her traitorous body
had yearned to touch him and be touched, her mind had stayed engaged on the
task at hand and on the plan for Noah. According to the doctor, his fever was
gone and he’d choked down some simple food. Now he slept again, but fitfully
from what she could tell in the darkness. His body jerked in apparent
agitation. He needed soothing. The question was, did she dare help him in the
way she’d been thinking about since the