Desperado

Lincoln Hart had learned to steer clear of his boss, Des Kingston. The man was a walking, talking sex dream, and as mean as any rattler. He was one of the few who suspected, or maybe wished Des swung his way, but Lincoln was well aware his boss would never admit to something like that.

He kept to his job, foreman for Des’s 100 acre ranch, The Red Diamond, and tried not to let Des’s obvious loneliness kill him. Someday, maybe, Des would finally see what was right in front of him—a man willing, and able to love him, and complete his life.

When Lincoln discovered Des’s truth, he was elated, yet he held back. There was no way Lincoln was going to force himself back into the closet for anyone, including his sexy boss. Lincoln was just scared the impasse would destroy them both.

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Des Kingston liked his well-ordered, controlled life. Keeping to himself, never revealing the grief, and guilt which still gripped him over the death of his lover. None of the hands currently working for him had known Clayton Spade, most seeing Des date women, and only rarely—for appearances. He never slept with any of them.

He’d accepted he would be alone the rest of his life, but much appreciated Lincoln’s friendship, even if he never voiced it. His foreman was gorgeous, and sometimes Des had to fight his libido around the man. But he wouldn’t go there—couldn’t go there.

Couldn’t go there, until an almost tragedy drove him into Lincoln’s arms. Now what was he supposed to do? His closet wasn’t big enough for the both of them.