No lights. Obsessed, maybe—but it worked.His PT scores were solid. Gay sex No idea what came next.He bounced between fast-food jobs and security gigs, spent nights in shared apartments and weekly motels. And in that moment—sitting in the empty parking lot of a rest stop just before the Georgia-Florida line—it was calling to him.His heart thudded in his chest.He looked around.No one.Just a man alone in a parked car.Ten minutes later, he stepped out of his vehicle in full uniform.The shirt was tight, the creases perfect. Matt wore a beard and mustache to disguise his likeness to Jake. His flannel shirt and navy baseball cap added to the disguise.“You were speeding a little. And fully transformed.At first, he thought he’d keep the uniform sealed away. She hadn’t said goodbye. No lights. Private. Sorry.”“License and registration, please.”Matt handed over the ID—Matthew Kane.Jake glanced at it. His grouping with the Glock 45 was tighter than average.
