You’re an assignment, not an assignation. Soon as I get your pretty boy ass through the Wilderness and deliver you to the Outpost, you’re no more than a stain to spit-shine off my boots.

That’s an insult, not a pet name.

Look, Blondie. I’m not asking you to bottom, just to fucking navigate.

For the first time I had the best of both worlds–a mission to live for and a man to love.

My latest battle had nothing to do with The Company, the rebels, or any other faction. It was out-and-out warfare between my head and my heart. Keeping it cool during daylight, versus nighttime, when I...

Shock? More like shellshock at this point. Blondie knew I was gay, yet he was a Company Exec or else he wouldn’t be here. I was his butt boy in the worst possible way.When I...

So damn pigheaded. I’ve studied you, not to report you, Caspar, but because I want a relationship with you.

It doesn’t matter where I am, or who I’m with . . . God, Caspar. I’ve dreamed about being with you.