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Swimmer Mike Gauliet is on his way to an Olympic berth, sitting on the edge
of fulfilling his potential, and the dreams of his coach and lover, Jessy
Turner. All Mike wants to think about is the wall, about swimming his laps
faster than anyone else. Too bad things aren't going exactly according to
Mike's getting threats, and he's afraid to tell Jessy, determined to handle
things alone. When the threats escalate to the point where Mike can't hide
them anymore, though, Jessy takes over, moving Mike to a new training
location, promising to keep him safe.
Mike and Jessy try to go on with business as usual, but someone has such
hatred for Mike that it seeps into their everyday life, making their
relationship strained, making Mike wonder if he even wants to swim anymore.
Danger lurks around every corner, in and out of the pool, and while Mike and
Jessy work with the police to discover the culprit, one attack becomes
serious enough to leave their life in a shambles. Can Mike and Jessy find
their attacker and get Mike back on track to a championship?
Jessy filled a couple of glasses with juice and headed for the deck. He
frowned at himself in the mirror. His hair was getting long and showing the
grey. Time for a cut. He didn't want people thinking he was Mike's father.
Chuckling at himself, he put their juice on the patio table and went and sat
in his deck chair, watching Mike swim laps.
Mike was looking good, pulling strong through the water. Jessy could see it
was getting close to time to rein Mike in, though. The kid's form was just a
little sloppy, Mike getting just a little tired.
He went and turned down the music Mike swam to, crouching near one end of
Just like clockwork, Mike's head popped up when he hit the wall, dark eyes
blinking up. "Yeah, Coach?"
"That's enough for today, Mike. Come have a juice and sit a spell."
"But..." Mike pulled himself up. "What kind of juice?"
He chuckled. "Orange." He wrapped Mike in a towel and led the kid over to
the patio table.
Mike drank deeply, throat working as he drained the glass. "Oh. Good."
"Speaking of good, you're looking great out there. You're going to be at the
top of your game for the National Qualifier."
Truth was, Mike swam like a dream on an off day, when he was happy and
working hard and concentrating, Jessy didn't believe anyone anywhere in the
world right now could beat his swimmer.
"Yeah? Cool. I haven't had pizza in days." Mike grinned, plopped down into a
chair. "What's on tonight's agenda?'
"Not pizza," Jessy teased. He leaned over and spiked up Mike's blond-tipped
hair. "I was thinking we could watch a movie or two. See what came up."
Mike leaned into the touch, humming softly. They'd been lovers so long, and
Mike was still eager for each touch. "No. I took the stuff out for chicken
"Sounds good. I've got some sponsor agreements to go over with you as well,
but it can wait until tomorrow if you want to relax for the rest of the
"Does that mean I have to eat weird stuff or hawk cell phones?"
"Not this time. I told Sunkist you drink orange juice by the crateful and
they were immediately interested. And there's a camera company and Speedo
wants to see you."
"Oh, cool." Mike grinned over, eyes twinkling.
"They said something about making a Mike Gauliet line."
"They did not..." Mike, his sweet 'just let me swim' lover, just had no
"They did too. They wanted to talk to you, though, about what you like, your
favorite colors and stuff. Something about getting you together with a
designer." Sponsors were sometimes a pain, but that's what let them live
where they did, paid his salary, took care of Mike's needs.
"Weird." Mike grinned, shook his head. "Like anyone wants swim trunks with
my name on them."
"Just you wait. All the kids are going to want to be you when they grow up."
Christ, Mike was cute. Adorable really. "We've got a bit of time before we
make supper. Unless you're really hungry."
One eyebrow raised and Mike smiled wide. "Yeah? You wanting to play, Jessy?"
He shrugged casually. "If you do, baby."