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to turn away completely. His arms looked strong, and his hands had been surprisingly large for someone his size.
    Chance blushed in the dark as he wondered if the old saying about the size of a man’s hand in relation to his dick was true.
    Drew had legs that were covered in light golden hair that made Chance wonder if it was as soft as it looked, and a tight little ass that fueled Chance’s imagination.
    He’d only ever let himself imagine a life with one other person before, in high school. Gabe….
    He knew his dad had been furious when he’d come across them hugging out behind the school, but he’d had no idea the colonel had killed Gabe until today. The other boy had moved away with his family a couple of days later, and Chance had just assumed Gabe hadn’t really meant what he’d said about keeping in touch when he didn’t hear from him. Now that he knew the truth, it didn’t make him feel any better.
    But dreaming about Drew was impossible. To him, Chance was nothing more than a man who’d helped terrorize him, and Drew would never see him any other way, even if Chance did manage to save his life.
    And that was a big if.
    Chance wasn’t stupid. He knew the odds of defeating his father were slim to none. If he left Drew there, just turned and crept away, he might find his way to the ranger station that was miles in the other direction.
    He could get out, call the cops, and let the military know what one of their best and brightest was up to. He’d probably end up in jail for a while, but if he was lucky they would capture his father.
    If he was really lucky, the bastard would end up dead in a hail of bullets trying to escape.
    But while Chance was finding his way to freedom, his father and Ezra would be getting to Drew, and the deviant gleam in Ezra’s eyes when he looked at Drew left no doubt in Chance’s mind about the kind of torture the reporter would suffer before being killed.
    That wasn’t something Chance could live with.
    So here he was, in the wilds of Colorado, trying to figure out how to convince some poor guy he’d helped kidnap that he was turning against his father and was going to try and save his life.
    Chance snorted quietly. Good luck with that, Collins.
    He sat still, drinking from a bottle of water he pulled from his pack. He didn’t dare eat one of his bars because the wrapper noise would undoubtedly alert Drew to his presence. He wanted Drew to be a little more rested before approaching him.
    Chance wondered how Drew had told his parents he was gay. Had they accepted it right away? Or had they fought over it before coming to terms with their son’s lifestyle?
    He thought about Drew’s family. What would he be like today if he’d had that kind of love? He’d often dreamed of a big family when he was smaller. But truthfully, he wouldn’t have a clue how to belong to a real family.
    Real families that had birthday parties and campouts and laughter and tears… and fathers who didn’t murder mothers. It was something completely foreign to him.
    Chance sighed again and rubbed his eyes before looking at his watch and was surprised to see almost two hours had gone by.
    He couldn’t put it off any longer. He stood stealthily and gathered his things, took a deep breath as he tried to calm himself, and then tromped through the bushes noisily so Drew would have no doubt that he was coming.
    It was time for them to go.

Chapter Seven
     
    C OLD and scared, Drew sat in the dark, nearly falling asleep. It was a testament to how fucking exhausted he was.
    He was a guy who liked to think he was in shape… mostly. He didn’t spend hours at the gym, but he did spend some time there. He didn’t smoke, tried to eat right most of the time, with an emphasis on tried , but he figured he did pretty good.
    But none of that had prepared him for hiking through the forest in the mountains as fast as he could go, on the run for his life.
    He snorted to himself. Is there a way to prepare for that?
    If