When they pulled into a small lot to eat lunch, Matt parked and slid his sunglasses on, glancing at his phone.“Hey,” he said casually. Gay sex I am Jake Bennett. Didn’t ask questions. He rested one hand on Jake’s waist and pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. But what happens when the real Jake Bennett no longer exists on paper—or in memory? The cap felt soft. His original fingerprints were still on file with the State of West Virginia. “But you didn’t stop.”“No,” Jake said. “You have one option. You’re what I became.”Silence.Matt stared at the man who had become him.The uniform. But different. “Had your ID. “You going in early?”Matt shrugged. I’ve earned the respect. The patch on the front—still intact, slightly frayed—caught the edge of the lamp light.This had been the first thing Kane had ever taken from him.No.The first thing he gave.Jake clenched the bill between his fingers, then slowly set it down on the dresser.He didn’t need it anymore.He moved to the mirror and looked at himself—really looked.The man staring back wasn’t a trooper now. They fell into each other’s arms like muscle memory. He turned the card over slowly, like maybe if he flipped it enough times, the name would change back.It didn’t.The plastic edges were sharp
