UNBREAKABLE BOND

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Shane stood at his bedroom window and watched Chris. He really didn’t understand the man. For two weeks, Shane would always come home to find Chris sitting on the ledge outside his gate. The man must be feeling very guilty for what he’d done to him if he would waste his time sitting outside his house, doing nothing for three straight hours every day. For a banker, that was something. Shane knew Chris was a banker. And from the look of how important Chris was in Damon Thomas-Reid’s operations, Chris was obviously not just an ordinary banker.

That didn’t surprise Shane as Chris came from a wealthy home. It didn’t take much to make it in life if a person was born with a silver spoon in their mouth, right? Well, important person or not, Chris’ quest to stalk him was rather odd, Shane thought. But much as Shane felt Chris was stalking him, he appreciated the fact that Chris wasn’t showing up at his workplace or inside his home as he’d done the last time.

Shane could still not believe how he’d broken down in Chris’ arms. That had been bad. The only good thing that had come out of it was that he’d slept like a baby that night. Shane couldn’t remember ever having such a good night’s sleep. Had it not been for the insistent knocking on his bedroom door by his housekeeper, which had woken Shane up at noon the following day which was a Sunday, Shane would have probably slept till evening. Not only had his elderly housekeeper been worried that he was still sleeping at that time, but according to her, the security guard wanted to know what Shane wanted done to the respectable-looking man sitting at his gate.

Shane had gone to his window and to his shock, seen Chris sitting on the ledge in front of his house. What the fuck was Chris doing, Shane thought incredulously. His initial thought had been to tell the security guard to drive Chris away from where he sat. But on second thought, Shane had told him to let Chris be. He’d noticed that the security guard had still gone outside to talk to Chris but Shane hadn’t asked the guy what was said. And for two weeks, Chris’ silly visits had continued. Shane had become so used to seeing Chris there that when he’d gotten to his gate three days earlier and Chris hadn’t been there, he’d been worried and surprisingly disappointed.

get out. Shane had released a sigh of relief and then watched as Chris got on his usual perch. And when Shane felt the smile on his own face, he’d

man’s spirit. But hey…that was Chris, Shane chuckled as he turned away from the window. Chris had always been a go-getter, had always done exactly what he believed in. Some things obviously

window and lo and behold, it was pouring outside. The forecast had said there

was getting Chris out of that rain. He opened the gate and dashed out, getting drenched within seconds. When he saw an equally drenched Chris sitting with his face on his knees, probably hiding his face from the onslaught of the rains, Shane shook his

Shane gesturing with his head for him to come in. He got off

the den. “There are towels in the bathroom and clothes in the closet.” Then Shane turned around and

Chris came back into the den, a changed Shane was standing in front of the fireplace, staring into the fire. The huge projected screen was on the news

“Thanks,” Chris said quietly.