“You didn’t answer my question.”
“What question?”
“About you and what’s-his-name.”
Bo’s scowl told him that wasn’t good enough. Crap. There’d be no moving the man once Bo dug in his heels on a matter.
“Landry, okay? Are you and Landry seeing each other outside of class?”
Bo never batted an eyelash while replying, “Yes.”
Lucky’s heartbeat scudded to a halt. It began again in double time when Bo added, “Do you think so little of me? That I’d ask
for… well…what I asked for one minute, then hop into bed with someone else the next because I didn’t get what I wanted?
Huh? Do you honestly believe I take myself and my commitments lightly?”
“You mean…” God, but the passion flaring in his eyes only made the man more beautiful.
“Lucky, someone once told me they were the best. Well, I want to be the best, too, and sometimes to be the best you have to shove everything else
to the side and keep your eyes on the prize. Right now my goal is to learn everything I can from Jameson O’Donoghue. After that, who knows?
Now…” Bo tried to pull away. Lucky captured his wrists lightly, one in each hand. Bo stiffened and Lucky let go. “Lucky, I
need go back to my apartment and try to get a good night’s sleep. We have a full day of class tomorrow.”
“What now?” Is it over?
“Now, we pretend good isn’t good enough, and we kick ass and take names. Who knows if one day our lives will depend on it? Look at
you.” Bo nodded toward Lucky’s recently shot shoulder. “With the skills and reflexes I have now, would I have survived in
your place? With more training, could you have kept the situation from escalating to violence?”
Another far too innocent kiss landed on Lucky’s brow. Blowjobs, wild monkey sex in public bathrooms, countless hours spent in every manageable
position. Lucky held his breath. One more kiss and another I love you . Just one more. Bo left without another word.
Lucky huddled in his chair. After a while, he gave up waiting for Bo’s return and called up another training video, this one of Bo. After the
first ended, he selected a second and a third. Holy shit. O’Donoghue was on to something. Familiarity blinded Lucky to what a video revealed. Something
special lived in Bo, something that inspired a shudder in Lucky’s inner felon. Like a sharpshooter in an old western, in each training video Bo
carried himself like someone to be reckoned with—if Lucky wasn’t there. Did he really stand in Bo’s way?
But damned how well the man played his roles. He made one hell of an actor; now if he could only learn to lie.
Chapter 7
Lucky entered the conference room where he’d spent the past few weeks and took his normal spot as far away from everyone else as possible. Bo
nodded and offered a fleeting glimpse of smile, a crumb tossed to a starving dog, but nothing compared to the full meal a night spent in Lucky’s
arms would be. Rookie boy… Something-or-Other Landry, took a seat next to Bo. A TV stood in front of the room, but Phillip hadn’t yet
arrived.
O’Donoghue strode in, heading straight for the front. “Good morning, people,” he said in the accent he donned when in I blend in mode. He clutched a Starbucks cup in a tight grip. Lucky took a sip from his own cup. The man had good taste in coffee, if nothing else.
“Today’s class is Lying 101.” O’Donoghue turned to face the group, now whittled down to Lucky, Bo,
Whateverhisnamewas, Johnston, and three others who’d matured one hell of a lot in a few short weeks. “The average person lies
about ten times per day. Those may be great big, ‘No, officer I didn’t do it,’ blood on the hands kind of lies, to ones of
the ‘Sure, Honey, I love when your mother visits’ variety. They might be an innocent, ‘I don’t mind’ when
you actually do, to lies meant to save your life. As much as we lie though, without mechanical assistance we can statistically only detect
“What question?”
“About you and what’s-his-name.”
Bo’s scowl told him that wasn’t good enough. Crap. There’d be no moving the man once Bo dug in his heels on a matter.
“Landry, okay? Are you and Landry seeing each other outside of class?”
Bo never batted an eyelash while replying, “Yes.”
Lucky’s heartbeat scudded to a halt. It began again in double time when Bo added, “Do you think so little of me? That I’d ask
for… well…what I asked for one minute, then hop into bed with someone else the next because I didn’t get what I wanted?
Huh? Do you honestly believe I take myself and my commitments lightly?”
“You mean…” God, but the passion flaring in his eyes only made the man more beautiful.
“Lucky, someone once told me they were the best. Well, I want to be the best, too, and sometimes to be the best you have to shove everything else
to the side and keep your eyes on the prize. Right now my goal is to learn everything I can from Jameson O’Donoghue. After that, who knows?
Now…” Bo tried to pull away. Lucky captured his wrists lightly, one in each hand. Bo stiffened and Lucky let go. “Lucky, I
need go back to my apartment and try to get a good night’s sleep. We have a full day of class tomorrow.”
“What now?” Is it over?
“Now, we pretend good isn’t good enough, and we kick ass and take names. Who knows if one day our lives will depend on it? Look at
you.” Bo nodded toward Lucky’s recently shot shoulder. “With the skills and reflexes I have now, would I have survived in
your place? With more training, could you have kept the situation from escalating to violence?”
Another far too innocent kiss landed on Lucky’s brow. Blowjobs, wild monkey sex in public bathrooms, countless hours spent in every manageable
position. Lucky held his breath. One more kiss and another I love you . Just one more. Bo left without another word.
Lucky huddled in his chair. After a while, he gave up waiting for Bo’s return and called up another training video, this one of Bo. After the
first ended, he selected a second and a third. Holy shit. O’Donoghue was on to something. Familiarity blinded Lucky to what a video revealed. Something
special lived in Bo, something that inspired a shudder in Lucky’s inner felon. Like a sharpshooter in an old western, in each training video Bo
carried himself like someone to be reckoned with—if Lucky wasn’t there. Did he really stand in Bo’s way?
But damned how well the man played his roles. He made one hell of an actor; now if he could only learn to lie.
Chapter 7
Lucky entered the conference room where he’d spent the past few weeks and took his normal spot as far away from everyone else as possible. Bo
nodded and offered a fleeting glimpse of smile, a crumb tossed to a starving dog, but nothing compared to the full meal a night spent in Lucky’s
arms would be. Rookie boy… Something-or-Other Landry, took a seat next to Bo. A TV stood in front of the room, but Phillip hadn’t yet
arrived.
O’Donoghue strode in, heading straight for the front. “Good morning, people,” he said in the accent he donned when in I blend in mode. He clutched a Starbucks cup in a tight grip. Lucky took a sip from his own cup. The man had good taste in coffee, if nothing else.
“Today’s class is Lying 101.” O’Donoghue turned to face the group, now whittled down to Lucky, Bo,
Whateverhisnamewas, Johnston, and three others who’d matured one hell of a lot in a few short weeks. “The average person lies
about ten times per day. Those may be great big, ‘No, officer I didn’t do it,’ blood on the hands kind of lies, to ones of
the ‘Sure, Honey, I love when your mother visits’ variety. They might be an innocent, ‘I don’t mind’ when
you actually do, to lies meant to save your life. As much as we lie though, without mechanical assistance we can statistically only detect
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