Agent Andy Powell could take down kidnapping cases, insurance fraud, and stake out the meanest sons of bitches littering the planet. He could seduce men into bed with a glib comment, or a slutty one. He'd done it before. He'd tried with Mack Sullivan. He might have succeeded if Mack weren't so in love with Geo. But Andy had known he didn't stand a chance with Mack. He'd had that look in his eyes when he talked about his partner that announced Mack was taken.
Andy had made a move on him anyway. Call him a fairy godmother, but he hated to see men insecure about their relationships for no apparent reason. It's why he'd made the play. A sleazy one for sure. Persistent and a bit bitchy, Andy had pushed Mack knowing that until he admitted he loved Geo, the couple didn't stand a chance of weathering the very forward advances of Geo's ex.
Okay, and if Mack had slipped up and slept with Andy, then Andy would admit he'd been wrong about the two and take one for the team.
As though sleeping with Mack could be a hardship, he thought, snorting to himself.
It was a service to struggling gay men that Andy provided. Claiming that identity and that of a crack FBI agent seemed a whole lot easier than just being Andy Powell, single man. Wearing the armour of the job was easy. Being himself and rejected for it sliced him to the core every time.
Thank God, Mack and Geo had each other. Andy felt more than a little bit of giddy pride for helping them.
Andy lifted his Cosmo, playfully swirling the pink liquid before taking a sip. Barbeque smoke drenched the air with savoury aromas and his stomach growled with appreciation.
Mack gathered the attention of his family and select friends by clinking on his mother's drinking glass. Andy smiled, knowing from the flush of the handsome man's cheeks what would happen next.
"Here it comes," Nate Giamanti said.