Bound to Break: Men of Honor, Book 6 Read Online Free PDF

favorite Christmas movie. The family had to endure it a million times during every holiday season, and there was a fondness in Lucky’s voice as he’d talked about it.
    How good did you have to be to fake that kind of shit?
    Because telling Dash he didn’t dream wasn’t exactly a slip—not really. It happened sometimes with head injuries, for sure. But telling Dash was a slip—it let him know Lucky realized he was missing things, that Lucky was just waiting for this moment to happen, for his past to catch up with him.
    In a few hours, it would be time to deal with all sorts of consequences. For now, Dash buried his head against Lucky’s chest and pushed a hand between the man’s legs. Maybe sex didn’t always make everything better and maybe it did, but it had been too good before not to chance it.
    “Your pictures became my dreams,” Lucky told him in the dark. “Jesus, I sound stupid. Blame it on the drinks.”
    “That’s a hell of a compliment, Lucky.”
    “How is it possible to feel close to someone you’ve never met?”
    “And now that you’ve met me?” Dash asked, didn’t expect the answer he got from a soft-spoken Lucky.
    “As good as I thought it’d be.”
    Even as the warning bells rang in Dash’s head, he ignored them. Pushed them aside because he didn’t want to admit what the hell he was feeling.
    Maybe it’s only because you know what he’s been through.
    “You’re going to leave soon.” It wasn’t a question.
    “My job doesn’t let me stay in one place for long,” Dash said.
    “I love it here.”
    That was obvious. So much so, it made Dash ache. “It’s hard to leave.”
    “So you don’t visit often because of that?”
    “I think that’s probably it.”
    “Your parents come back the day after tomorrow,” Lucky told him. “I’m betting Emme’s already sounded the horn that you’re here.”
    Dash smiled. He was sure of that too. The fact that Dad was traveling meant he was in better health than he’d been last year. “Were you around when Dad had the heart attack?”
    Lucky’s face darkened. “I heard your mom yelling. I was in the storeroom. He was on the floor of the bar. He wasn’t breathing.”
    Dash stared at him. “You saved him.”
    “I did what anyone would’ve done.”
    That wasn’t true, but Dash’s throat was too tight to get the words out. He lay there in silence until he could tell Lucky, “I didn’t even know Dad had a heart attack until he was through surgery. They called but I was unreachable.”
    “They know the opportunities you get are once in a lifetime. They’re so proud of you. Sometimes, I think they might be more excited than you about your jobs.”
    “You took care of my family. I was supposed to be there.”
    “You couldn’t be. So I was.”
    “I can’t ever thank you enough for that.”
    Lucky stared up at the light patterns on the ceiling. “I’ve been thinking about how there’s a reason for everything. How we ultimately end up exactly where we need to be.”
    “How’d you end up here?”
    “You want to see if my story’s different from Emme’s?”
    Dash laughed. “Touché.”
    Lucky stroked a hand down Dash’s bare arm. “No tattoos. Pretty rare.”
    No one had fucking touched him like this in forever. Goddammit, it felt good. He’d forgotten how much he’d needed a touch—a kind response from someone who gave a shit. “You don’t have any either.”
    Lucky frowned. “Yeah. Just didn’t seem like my thing.”
    Dash swallowed hard, because he knew why there wouldn’t be. Most operators didn’t like to have any distinguishing marks, anything that would make them recognizable. They needed to be masters of disguise, able to blend in anywhere and everywhere.
    Knowing more about Lucky than Lucky himself did about his life made Dash melancholy. Made him rethink his whole plan, especially when Lucky rubbed his shoulders.
    Dash stretched gratefully onto his belly, not expecting Lucky to answer his questions.