Another Snippet. Caution! Contains Four-Letter Words:
Footsteps crunched through the gravel sprinkled across the blacktop. He looked up and watched Snow stride toward him. His hair shone in the light of the street lamps, the gray streaks stark, and his long dark coat made him look longer and leaner than the white coat Jude was used to seeing him wear. His arrogant detachment was fully back, a darker cloak that wrapped him in what he probably thought was invisible armor. Jude could see every inch of it. Just as he now knew to look for that hint of uncertainty he’d glimpsed earlier.
He didn’t give a shit about the walls this man slapped up between them. He wanted him in a way that changed everything. He didn’t know why, didn’t understand, but he had every intention of cracking the puzzle.
Snow held up a hand. “Look, Torres—”
“Shut up, general.” Jude took a quick glance around the parking lot, which was thankfully empty now. He grabbed the lapels of Snow’s coat, turned and pressed the man’s back to his car.
“What the fuck?”
Jude cut him off by pressing his mouth to Snow’s and murmuring against his lips. “I said… shut up.” This time, he was wide awake and knew where he was. That glimpse of uncertainty earlier, that brief hesitancy, had made him see something receptive in Snow—something that brought Jude’s protective caveman instincts to the surface.