Lorenzo’s lips still tingled when Mateo shoved him back. The weight of that touch burned hotter than the gunfire they had both survived.

Mateo’s glare cut sharp through the fog. “Don’t you ever do that again.”

Lorenzo only smirked, brushing off the roughness in Mateo’s tone. “You didn’t pull away fast enough.”

“That’s not the point,” Mateo hissed, gripping his arm tighter. His voice was low, controlled, but trembling at the edges. “You can’t be here and you sure as ...