Kendall slid his gaze along the barrel of a gun, beaded with drops of rain. Christ Almighty, what the hell was going on here? He actually didn't want to think what might be. Not since electric currents had passed down the backs of his legs after his buttocks had brushed ... what exactly? As for the business with the gun, his mouth had hung open as it had not in years.

He had never found other men attractive. Ever. Twice now, in the space of two days, he had found himself ...