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Barron has a plan that includes college, a career, and a suitable partner who will keep his Dad off his back. He can't stop staring at the new guy... and hating what he represents. Real men wouldn't be caught dead in those clothes or have long, curly hair sweeping over their shoulders. Barron doesn't care for the dark looks Revi keeps tossing at him either.
But the plans Barron has go up in a flash of light. Mere seconds sent the world crumbling around them, and nothing will ever be the same. When Barron's hurt, his pride makes him lash out at everyone around him. Revi takes a chance to get a little payback... but it backfires on both of them.
Paradise was supposed to be their salvation, but things are almost never what they seem. With their only hope for survival dwindling before them, can Revi and Barron find enough common ground to get over their past and make a future?
Barron liked it.
“We’re here.” Barron let Revi reel them in with the level’s tow line. Mass and momentum still mattered.
The medical wing was quiet—even quieter than the levels holding the materials for the new habitats where Revi and Barron had worked.
“Can I help you?”
“He got hurt.”
“I can see that. You’re kinda accident prone, aren’t you, Barron?”
“Yeah. Guess you just had to come back and see us, didn’t you?”
“Well, I can’t have you forgetting about me. Out of sight, out of mind, right?”
Nolu chuckled. “Somehow I doubt you’re easily forgotten.”
Was the medic flirting with him? While Barron was standing there with a chunk of metal in his hand, and Revi shirtless next to him?
“Only crippled blind guy on board, huh?”
Revi dug his elbow into Barron’s ribs. “You’re more than that. You’re the crippled, blind smartass on board.”
“Ow. Shit, Revi. Really? Don’t I hurt enough with this thing in my hand?”
“Sorry,” Revi muttered. He rubbed Barron’s side. “There. All better.”
Barron swallowed. Hard.
Nolu chuckled. “All right. Let’s take a look?”
The examining bench the medic made Barron sit on was hard. He could hear squeaking and something rattling. “Rest your arm up here.” He guided Barron to slide his arm across a table in front of him. It shifted under his arm, and he froze.
“Ahh.” Sweat beaded up on Barron’s forehead.
“Let me get you something for that.” Cold metal clicked over his right wrist, and Barron lost feeling in his hand completely. He sighed and slumped in relief from the absence of pain. “There, that should be better.”
“Okay. Time to take a peek.” Barron couldn’t feel him doing anything. It was oddly surreal, having a body part unfeeling, like it was gone and his wrist ended in mid-air. “Nice bandage you made here.”
“We were working. It was cleaner than everything else.” Revi was right beside Barron.
“Actually”—Barron could hear Revi shuffle his feet against the textured floor—“Barron told me to get something to wrap up his hand with. I just stripped.”