Secret Light by Z. A. Maxfield

Secret Light by Z. A. Maxfield

Author:Z. A. Maxfield [Maxfield, Z. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Historical, LGBT WWII-era Historical
ISBN: 9781611186888
Amazon: B006P1JZWM
Barnesnoble: B006P1JZWM
Goodreads: 13161125
Publisher: Loose Id
Published: 2011-12-20T07:00:00+00:00


“Then what?” Linens whispered as Ben turned his head.

“For a moment, I was so happy, I couldn’t bear it.”

Z. A. Maxfield | Secret Light

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Chapter Ten

December 13, 1955

Tendrils of dawn light stretched into Rafe’s room, giving Ben his first opportunity

to explore the sleeping man beside him. Rafe wore plaid pajamas, an oddly festive red

and green holiday tartan that seemed utterly incompatible with his normal, natty

business suit and silk-tie attire. He’d buttoned it around the sling. The pale skin of his

shoulder showed, freckled and forlorn. There were no bruises to Rafe’s face from the

attack, but from what Ben had heard, they bloomed all over his body.

Pure and primal rage filled Ben. He was coldly determined that no one was going

to get another shot at Rafe. LAPD’s detectives were working the case, but little would

come of their efforts. They were currently stumped by such a random-seeming attack.

If Rafe had any enemies, the detectives would find them. But for such a private

man, it must be unbearable to be under that kind of scrutiny.

At last the light reached Rafe where he lay on the bed, still sleeping. Its rays

burnished his blond hair to a sparkling, radiant gold. The color found its echo on the

tips of Rafe’s long eyelashes. In sleep, he still looked flushed, but on his nose and

forehead, freckles floated over pale creamy skin. His beard was coming in, coppery and

more plentiful than Ben imagined it would. A brush of Ben’s knuckles confirmed it was

softer and finer than his own sandpapery jaw.

Rafe’s eyes fluttered open. His chest rose on a deep breath and then fell with a sigh.

Ben counted the seconds until Rafe became aware he wasn’t alone.

Another deep breath followed by a smile.

That was good, that smile.

Z. A. Maxfield | Secret Light

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