Overview
Physical and emotional scars drove Jonah to a life in the shadows, but Trevor is determined to draw him out of the dark and into his arms.
After spending months in a military rehabilitation hospital, Jonah returns from active duty only to find himself homeless. Jonah retreats to life in the shadows to hide his facial scars. He takes up residence in the parking garage of The Melia Hotel where he watches a striking black man come and go from his work inside the hotel. What Jonah doesn't know is that General Manager Trevor Sharp is also watching him.
Trevor spends his days and most of his evenings at the Melia, working hard to prove he is the best man for the job. Unfortunately, between his hours and past heartbreaks, he doesn't have much time for love. When a handsome man comes out of nowhere to save him from an abusive ex, Trevor makes it his mission to find out who the man is.
Trevor eventually builds a friendship with Jonah and works to draw him out of the shadows and into his arms, but will he stay there?
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781781843925 |
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| Publisher: | Totally Entwined Group |
| Publication date: | 12/13/2013 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 37 |
| File size: | 206 KB |
| Age Range: | 18 Years |
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CHAPTER 1
With the office lights turned off, Trevor Sharp peered out of the window. From his position, he was able to see the broad-shouldered silhouette of the man he'd watched for over a week. He had no idea who the man was or why he slept in a nook of the Meliá parking garage, but there was something about him that continued to draw Trevor's attention.
Security would have run the man out had they spotted him on their monitors, so evidently the small crevice was one of the few places their cameras didn't reach. Interesting. Did his mysterious dark friend know he'd be safe in that particular spot or was it pure luck?
It had been a week ago that Trevor's ex — Dickhead Danny, as Trevor liked to refer to him — had actually shown up at the hotel and waited in the parking garage for Trevor to leave work. Danny had immediately started the same tired argument about why they needed to get back together. When Trevor told Danny he had no desire to see or speak to him, his ex had snapped. Danny wasn't articulate enough to fight with words — he'd always preferred to use his size and strength to win an argument. Danny had pushed Trevor hard against his car and had showered him with spittle as he'd screamed at him.
Then, from out of nowhere, a man wearing a faded, desert-style fatigue jacket had broadsided Danny, knocking him to the ground. Several punches had been thrown by both men, but it had been Danny who'd eventually run away with his tail between his legs. It had happened so fast, Trevor hadn't even gotten a good look at his mysterious protector, but Danny had called the man a freak before he'd run off. When Trevor had tried to approach the man to thank him, the stranger had quickly turned his face away and nodded before disappearing into the shadows.
Instead of driving home that night, Trevor had turned around and gone back into the Meliá. He'd spent each night since sleeping in one of the unused hotel rooms or on the sofa in his office. Although the security at the hotel was a nice bonus, he'd discovered his invisible man only moved around once dark descended on the city of Atlanta.
Trevor sighed. Earlier that evening, he'd taken a to-go box, containing one of the hotel's big hamburgers, Tater Tots and a bottle of water out to the garage and had left it near where he knew the man slept. He'd set the food in a spot just outside the shadows, hoping to get his first real look at the man he couldn't stop thinking about.
Unfortunately, his plan hadn't worked. The invisible man had stayed in the darkness of the nook that he'd made his home and had used his legs to retrieve the to-go that contained the food.
Why're you hiding? Trevor should probably be afraid of the obviously homeless man instead of feeling a sense of warmth that the man's proximity provided. He heard someone whistling and glanced over his shoulder. Keith, one of the security guards, was riding down the escalator that led to the Meliá offices.
"Mr Sharp?"
"Hi, Keith," Trevor greeted.
"Why're you sitting in the dark?" Keith started to reach for the light switch, but Trevor stopped him.
"Leave 'em off. I've got a migraine and it helps to sit in the dark." It wasn't the truth, but the guard didn't need to know that. Trevor glanced at the key card in Keith's hand. "Where're you going?"
"I saw someone messing around your car in the garage, so I thought I'd take a look," Keith explained. "Don't worry, from the monitor it didn't look like he did any damage or anything, but I thought I'd better make sure. I didn't know you were down here. Are you spending the night again?"
"Yes." Trevor hoped he could ease Keith's mind about the man he'd seen on the monitor. The last thing he wanted was for the security guard to scare his mystery man away. "Don't worry about my car. I saw a couple of people using the garage as a shortcut to get to The Varsity earlier. They looked harmless."
Keith stared out of the glass door. A covered drive connected the hotel to the garage, so it wasn't uncommon for passers-by to use the area as a cut-through. "I'll take a quick look just to make sure."
Trevor held his breath as Keith strolled toward the garage. He came within fifty feet or so of the invisible man, but didn't even slow. Evidently, Trevor's protector heard him coming and moved deeper into his nook. Keith disappeared into the garage and moments later came out with a piece of paper in his hand.
Trevor held his breath once more when Keith passed the shadowed crevice. "Anything?" he asked when Keith stepped back into the hotel.
"This was under your wiper." Keith handed Trevor a tattered and stained envelope.
"Thanks." Trevor made no move to open the envelope while Keith stood over him. "I'll let you know if I see anyone else nosing around," he told the guard.
"Have a good night," Keith said as he stepped onto the escalator.
The only light in the room came from outside the building, so Trevor moved closer to the window. He opened the envelope and peered inside. Money? He pulled out a five and five one-dollar bills. Had the mystery man tried to pay him back for the food? For some reason, it didn't sit well with Trevor. He'd given the man dinner as a way to thank him for coming to his rescue with Danny, not to be paid back.
Before he could think too much about it, Trevor went out of the back door. "I don't want your money."
"And I don't need your charity," a deep voice replied from the shadows.
"It wasn't charity. It was a thank you." Trevor tried to calm his racing heart. After a week spent thinking and fantasizing about his invisible man, he was finally speaking to him. "I appreciate the help you gave me. I thought I'd do something nice in return."
The mysterious stranger said nothing for several moments. "Thank you for the food, but you can keep the money."
Trevor sat on a cement security pylon. "Will you at least tell me your name? I'm Trevor."
Another moment of silence before he heard the deep voice again. "Jonah."
Jonah. Trevor mentally connected the name to the voice. He had so many questions he wanted to ask, but he knew he couldn't push. "It's nice to finally talk to you, Jonah."
"Why?" Jonah asked.
Why? What kind of question was that? Trevor cleared his throat. "You have a nice voice, and I've been thinking a lot about you this week. So, I guess I'm happy to meet you even though it doesn't seem like you're going to come out here and do it in person."
"You don't want to meet me that way. I've seen you watching me through the window because I've been keeping an eye on you, too."
"I've been watching you, hoping to get a glimpse of you in the light." Trevor knew that wasn't the whole truth. "And because I feel better knowing you're out here."
"Is that guy who attacked you coming back?" Jonah asked.
"I don't know. I doubt it, but Danny's unpredictable." Chilled, Trevor rubbed his shirtsleeves. He should've put his suit jacket on before coming out. "Are you warm enough? I can probably find you a blanket."
"I have one."
"Is there anything you don't have that you need?" Trevor had always been generous to a fault, but he couldn't help himself. He hated the thought of Jonah living on the streets.
"This. Someone to talk to is nice."
Trevor felt his chest tighten. "Yeah, I can understand that. I'm the GM here, so I try not to make friends with the other employees. It blurs the lines for a lot of people, including me. Since I work all the time, it doesn't really leave time for friends."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure." Trevor leaned forward to rest his forearms on his knees.
"Was that guy who attacked you your boyfriend?" Jonah asked.
Shit. Did Jonah have a problem with gay people? Trevor hated to lose the new friendship that had popped up between them, but he couldn't deny who he was. "Ex. We broke up a couple of months ago, but when Danny drinks and can't find anyone to take home from the bar, he starts harassing me again."
When Jonah didn't say anything, Trevor narrowed his eyes. "You have a problem with me being gay?" Trevor asked.
"No. It makes things harder, that's all."
The door behind Trevor opened, scaring the shit out of him. He jumped to his feet and spun around to find Keith standing in the doorway. "I saw you sitting out here on the monitor and thought maybe you'd come out for fresh air and had gotten yourself locked out."
Trevor didn't like the idea of Keith watching him. It could potentially expose Jonah. "I've got my key card, but thanks for worrying about me. The chilly night hasn't quite driven me back inside yet."
"No offense, sir, but this isn't the best place to be alone after dark. If you want some fresh air, you should step out front where the lighting's better and the valets are around," Keith offered.
"Thanks, but I'm safe here. The door's ten feet away if I get spooked." Trevor waited, hoping Keith would go the fuck inside and leave him and Jonah alone to talk.
"If it's all the same, I think I'll wait with you if you don't mind."
Trevor ground his teeth. He knew Keith was just doing his job, but he didn't need a fucking babysitter. "You don't have to do that. I'm ready." He followed Keith inside, after glancing once more toward the dark nook. "Sleep well," he silently whispered to Jonah.
* * *
Jonah Mayberry tucked himself tighter against the cold cement wall when he heard the hotel door open. He listened quietly while Trevor talked to the security guard who had made rounds earlier. It was obvious to him that Trevor was trying to get rid of the guard, but had finally given up and had agreed to go back inside.
Jonah relaxed and stretched his legs out in front of him. He'd enjoyed talking to Trevor. It had been the first real conversation he'd had since the fight with the superintendent of his old apartment building more than a month earlier. Of course, that conversation had gone much differently because it had been in broad daylight and the old sour puss hadn't been able to take his eyes off the burn scars that covered half of Jonah's face.
Involuntarily, Jonah started to reach for the scars but stopped himself. It had been six months since the supply truck explosion. He'd spent the majority of his recovery in a military hospital in Germany before finally being transferred back to the United States. The skin grafts he'd prayed would make the scars less noticeable had helped in the healing process but not in the vanity department. As Trevor's ex had so eloquently announced, Jonah looked like a freak.
Jonah closed his eyes and rested his head against the wall. He hadn't mentioned it to Trevor, but he'd been watching the thin, yet incredibly stylish black man for almost two weeks. It hadn't been fate that he'd been around to keep the ex-boyfriend from strong-arming Trevor. Watching Trevor come and go from the hotel without the barrier of a window between them had become the highlight of his day. Fuck. He needed to get over it.
Although Trevor was kind and willing to talk to him, Jonah knew one look at his face would put an end to the romantic musings he dreamt of at night. Still, he would love nothing more than to continue their conversations through the veil of darkness.
Jonah pulled the blanket up around his exposed neck. It was only October, but obviously Mother Nature had decided to fuck with them by pushing a cold front through. He probably should've taken Trevor up on the offer of another blanket, but he had nowhere to put it during the daylight hours. As it was, everything he owned fit into his military-issued backpack, which was perfect for clearing out of a place in a hurry when he needed to.
* * *
Trevor handed Barbara a twenty and waited for his change. "Did you remember to order soy milk for that big GRL group coming in next week?"
Barbara pushed Trevor's order across the counter toward him. "I put it on the list."
"Thanks." Trevor shoved the change into his pocket before tucking the sack under his arm and picking up the two cups of coffee. He nodded to Christopher, the Meliá's concierge, on his way to the escalator that would lead him downstairs. "Morning."
"Good morning," Christopher returned.
Before going to his office, he went outside. He set one of the coffees on the ground just outside of Jonah's hiding place, along with the sack. "Brought you coffee and a bagel for breakfast," he said.
Jonah coughed several times. "You didn't need to do that."
"I know. It's just me buying a friend a cup of coffee. No big deal," Trevor explained.
Jonah coughed again. "Thanks."
Trevor winced at the wet-sounding cough. "That cold's getting worse. I don't suppose you'd let me take you to the doctor?" "No. No doctors. I'll be fine." Jonah reached out, wrapped a large strong hand around the cup and pulled it back into the shadows. "Thanks again for the coffee."
It was killing Trevor that he still hadn't seen Jonah's face, but he tried to respect the mystery man's privacy, so he never pushed. "I'll go home at lunch and see if I have any leftover antibiotics."
"Not necessary," Jonah said around a cough.
"Yeah, sounds like you're healthy as a horse." Trevor took a sip of his coffee. "I have a dinner meeting after work, but I'll be back after that."
"You don't have to. You're allowed to have a life outside this place," Jonah said.
Trevor glanced around. "I am outside." He grinned to himself. "Besides, you're infinitely more interesting than anyone else I deal with." He tapped the sack with the toe of his shoe. "Eat your bagel and stay warm. I'll talk to you later."
* * *
Trevor swung by the pharmacy on the way back to the hotel. He hadn't found antibiotics at his place, so he'd called in a favor from a friend who had begrudgingly phoned in a prescription for him. He pulled into his usual spot and prayed the security team would assume he was burning the midnight oil again. "I brought you some medicine."
When Trevor didn't receive a reply, he took a step closer. "Jonah?"
A deep moan and weak-sounding cough was Jonah's only answer.
"Shit." Trevor put aside Jonah's need for privacy and rounded the ridge of the nook. Jonah was curled into a ball, shivering with a thin blanket wrapped tightly around him. "Jonah!"
The seconds ticked by as he tried to figure out what to do. Even with his adrenaline pumping, there was no way he could carry someone of Jonah's size. Kneeling next to Jonah, it was still too dark to make out his features. "I'll take care of you," he whispered.
Decision made, he pulled out his phone and called the one man he knew could keep his secret.
"Hello?"
"Esteban, I need your help," Trevor said.
"Mr Sharp?" the front desk manager questioned.
"Yeah. I need a favor, a big one." Trevor reached out and touched Jonah's broad shoulder. "I need a room and your help."
CHAPTER 2Trevor set Jonah's boots in the closet. He'd have to do some explaining to Esteban later, but his first concern was Jonah. Unfortunately, he'd never been in the position to nurse someone back to health. He stood at the foot of the bed and tried to figure out what to do next. Water. He filled a glass and dug the pills out of the pocket of his suit jacket.
Jonah had protested between coughing fits when they'd practically carried him to the elevator.
Trevor sat on the edge of the king-sized bed and held out one of the pills. "I need you to take this."
Jonah coughed as he struggled to lean up on his elbow, keeping the blanket pressed to the side of his head. "You shouldn't have brought me inside."
Trevor cupped the back of Jonah's neck as he took a sip of water to swallow the medicine. "I had two options, calling an ambulance or bringing you here." He wanted to pull the ratty thin blanket away from Jonah's face but suppressed the urge.
After Esteban had helped him bring Jonah up the elevator and into bed, Trevor had gone back to retrieve Jonah's backpack. Definitely National Guard-issued. "How long have you been back in the States?"
Jonah collapsed and buried his head in the pillow. "I was officially discharged about five weeks ago."
"I know you're trying to hide your face from me, but you don't have to." The burn scars ran from temple to clavicle in a two-inchwide strip, but, at least in Trevor's eyes, they didn't diminish Jonah's appeal in any way. He rested his hand on Jonah's side. "I've seen them, and they don't change the way I feel about you."
Jonah closed his eyes. "A few years ago, I would've asked you out."
Jonah was gay. Thank you, Jesus! Trevor brushed Jonah's shaggy dark blond hair away from his face. "I would've said yes then, and I'd definitely say yes now."
Another coughing fit assaulted Jonah's poor body. Trevor did what he could to help the man sit up. He patted Jonah's back, hoping to loosen the congestion in his lungs. The moment the cough seemed to diminish, Trevor reached for the glass of water and held it to Jonah's lips.
(Continues…)
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