Fit To Be Tied

By: Stormy Glenn

Cade Creek 17

DEA Agent Dan Wilson was just looking for a place to rent. He had no idea that it would bring him the love of his life. When he rented a room in an old Victorian just blocks from work, trouble started the very first day. For one, the guy who rented the room to him wasn't the owner. Waking up in bed with Terry wasn't the worst morning he'd ever had, but learning he had been taken for a fool kind of was.

Terry Iverson is incensed when he learns one of his tenants rented out his bedroom to a stranger, the bedroom he'd lived in his entire life. Of course, if he was going to choose someone to share a room with, it would be the handsome DEA agent. It would be great if he was gay, but Terry was a little too afraid to ask. He was the guy's landlord after all.

When someone starts messing with Terry's life, going from making false accusations of sexual harassment against him to trying to kill him, worrying about dating his tenant seems minor in comparison. If he can make it out of this alive, he just might see if the sexy agent was interested in something more than being roommates

Chapter One

Terry Iverson was so tired he was afraid his brain would explode if another person asked him anything. He had just gotten off a double shift, and he was ready to take a shower and crawl under the covers of his bed for the next century.

He really shouldn't have worked a double twenty-four-hour shift—no one in his line of work should—but there had been a huge pileup on the pass between Cade Creek and the city. Eighteen cars involved, untold injured. It had been a mess. All hands on deck. He'd had no choice.

He frowned at the red truck parked in the driveway, forcing him to park on the street. He didn't recognize it, but whoever it belonged to had good taste. It was a newer model Dodge Ram Mega Cab 4x4. Terry wasn't sure he would have chosen red, but it wasn't his truck.

His truck was twenty years old, and looked it. The motor ran good because his friend Tony kept it in top running shape, but the green paint was fading, and it had a crap ton of scratches and dings. Still, it was the only vehicle he had, so he was grateful for it.

Terry climbed out of his truck and started for the front door. He shot another look at the truck as he passed it, praying his roommates hadn't invited a bunch of people over for a party. Terry so wasn't in the mood to entertain anyone or for a bunch of noise.

He was surprised to find the front door locked. If they had company, he didn't think the door would be locked. Maybe it was just a friend crashing on the couch or something. That had happened before.

The first time he came home and found some stranger passed out on his couch, Terry had flipped, threatening to hit the guy with his baseball bat. Once the man had explained who he was, and his roommates had backed that up, Terry had felt like a complete idiot.

He pushed open the front door and stepped inside. After closing the door and locking it again, he turned and tilted his head, listening for noise. Nothing. Terry checked the couch in the living room. No one was sleeping there.

Maybe one of his roommates had someone sleeping over. It wasn't like that was against the rules. Terry preferred that they didn't have tons of people coming and going all day and night, but he didn't begrudge anyone a little action.

He wished he was getting a little action. It had been so long since his dick had seen anything other than his right hand, it was probably covered in rust. His work schedule just didn't lend itself to starting a relationship or keeping one going. He knew. He had tried. Twice. Both times had been dismal failures. Terry had eventually given up.

What was the point?

He thought about going into the kitchen and grabbing something to eat, but he was just too damn tired. He'd eat after he had ten or twelve hours of sleep. Luckily, he had the next twenty-four hours off. He could sleep as long as he wanted.

Climbing the stairs to his bedroom was almost not worth the extra comfy mattress he knew was waiting for him. He didn't tend to spend a lot of money on himself because he had a crap ton of bills to pay, but a high-quality mattress had been one of the few things he had indulged in.

Terry walked into his bedroom and set his stuff down next to the door. He'd put his go-bag away tomorrow. He didn't bother turning on the light as he went to the bathroom. This had been his room his entire life. He knew the path to the bathroom by heart.

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