Bound for Keeps (Men of Honor) Read Free

six-five, but his build was lankier. He was strong as hell, though, as Keith well remembered when he came to that night he woke on the living room floor and immediately tried to punch both Keith and Bobby.
    Reed had war in his eyes. Sometimes, when he woke, he still did. He told Keith he always dreamed of the rain.
    “There’s no one like you,” Keith told him. “We can’t keep him here longer than tomorrow.”
    “There’s your suspicious side coming through,” Reed grumbled.
    “You know I’m right to be cautious.”
    “I know. He’s beautiful, though,” Reed murmured, and Keith rubbed a hand over his shaved skull as he moved forward toward the bed and wondered what the hell they were doing not calling the police.
    “Yeah, a beautiful con artist,” he muttered. Reed turned and shot him a sharp look as their patient suddenly opened his eyes and stared directly at Keith, a gaze that made him feel a sharp tug from gut to groin.
    Fuck. It had been a mistake to let him in this far.
    Shane struggled to sit up, but Reed was pressing his shoulders back down to the pillows. “Easy, big guy. You’ve been out of it for a while.”
    Keith held out the cup of water and Shane took a greedy pull from the straw, until he coughed. Reed eased him back, covered him back up and waited until he’d caught his breath.
    “What’s your name?” Keith asked.
    Shane looked at him, a sudden confusion covering his handsome face. “It’s um…fuck.”
    “Um fuck, huh?” Keith started, but Reed interrupted with a glare at Keith.
    “It’s Shane Wills. Did you hit your head?”
    “I don’t remember,” Shane admitted.
    “What the hell were you doing out there?” Keith barked.
    Shane pressed his lips together, shook his head as if attempting to clear it. “I don’t know.”
    “What do you mean, you don’t know? It’s a simple question,” Keith asked, but Reed put a hand against his chest to stop him, asked instead, “What’s the last thing you remember, Shane?”
    “I remember walking down a street in Philly…some guys hassled me and I fought them off, but not before I lost my wallet and they got in some good punches,” he started slowly. “A truck driver took pity on me—cleaned me up and took me as far as here, I guess. When he dropped me, he told me there was an inn a mile from here. And then I walked.”
    Keith mentally cursed the driver for dropping this kid into the middle of nowhere in this weather. “No one’s ever found that inn.”
    Because this is the inn.
    He caught Reed’s eye and both men fought a smile.
    “And before that?” Keith pushed Shane, who shook his head.
    “I don’t remember. I’ve been trying to for the past few days—the whole ride…I was panicked.”
    “Maybe we should call the police—file a missing person’s report—” Reed said.
    “No!” Shane’s hand shot out, grabbed Reed’s wrist. “No.”
    Keith’s eyes met Reed’s. No doubt about it—Shane was nothing but trouble.
     
     
    Not telling them much seemed like the best thing to do. Technically, Shane wished he couldn’t remember shit, so maybe pretending not to remember wasn’t such a big deal anyway. They seemed like all-right guys—former military, because he’d learned to spot them early on. But that would cause problems for him as well, because already, they didn’t believe his story. Beyond that, they certainly didn’t need his shit on their heads.
    This was all a complication he didn’t want and they didn’t deserve. And him lying here, sick, weak, wasn’t going to get him away from their prying eyes anytime soon. Not without major effort, and he was willing to give it that as soon as they gave him a little space.
    He flicked a glance at each of them—both were good looking—Reed, the doctor, was blond and Keith’s head was shaved, his eyes dark and his build broad. Reed was in shape too, although naturally slimmer. Keith had the bearing of a military man—he’d bet his life that the man was a