“Oh, really? What’s going on?”
“Well…Eddie and I are going to move in together.”
“Oh, really?” she said, looking at both of them with surprise. “Moving in together? When did all this happen?”
“That’s hard to say,” Eddie responded, and looked at Adam, picturing him in his red net shirt and red socks.
Looking at Eddie with a glint of mischief in her eyes, she said, “Eddie, are you sure you want to do this? I feel it’s my responsibility to tell you that he’s still childish, you know. Irresponsible, reckless, careless, and immature. He can’t make a bed. He can’t even fold his own laundry. He’s a motherless child. I’ve tried to get him to go to work here to learn some responsibility, but he always manages to wiggle out of it somehow…like he did when you were here.”
“Come to think of it, I don’t think I ever saw him doing any work.”
“He’s allergic to it. But…well, if you’re sure, you have my blessing.”
“Thank you,” Eddie said. “However, it seems very odd that two people from the same womb, born at the same time, and to the same mother can be so different. I mean, you seem very responsible, and apparently do a good job running this place. What do you think happened?”
She laughed as she anchored her attention on Adam. “From what I understand, in every set of twins there is a bad one, and a good one.” She opened her palm and slid it toward Adam. “Meet the bad one.”
Eddie snickered. “Okay, well, I would say that I’ll try to raise him right, but I’m afraid I’m not much better at housework than he is. I can shoot a gun, run along the top of a moving train, bloody the nose of a bad guy, and play the role of the enemy, but don’t ask me to make a bed.”
“Oh, God,” she responded. “Well, don’t worry. I’ll make sure I drop by every once in a while to see that you boys don’t get buried underneath the filth.”
“Thanks.” Eddie looked over at Adam. “Come on…sonny.”
Adam looked back at Ada. “You’ll pay for this.”
Ada laughed. “Blessings on you both.”
As the two were walking down the street, Adam looked over at Eddie. “You know, there’s just one thing I can’t figure out.”
“Yeah?” Eddie answered. “What’s that?”
“How a man like you, tough as nails, smart, can go underground and fool the mafia into thinking you’re the lowest, meanest, hombre this town has ever produced, and yet you can’t make a bed, wash a dish, or run a vacuum.”
“Well, I never have been the delicate type.”
“Delicate? Is that what it takes?”
Eddie gave a slight shrug. “I don’t know, I…”
Suddenly there was a loud blast that sounded like a gunshot, and Eddie instinctively grabbed Adam and ran for cover, only to find out that it was a car backfiring. Both men relaxed as they leaned against a building, taking a big, thankful breath as they looked at each other with relief.
“Sorry. I hope you haven’t changed your mind.”
“No, it…it’s okay, really.”
“Are you sure? You look a little shook up.”
“No, really. I’m fine,” Adam managed to say nervously.
The baby blue hue of Adam’s eyes had become shaded over with worry as he gazed out into the city street and saw the slink of death as it crept out of every abyss and crevice, the drive-by gunplay, the fights, and the drug deals going down that would ruin lives forever. Yes, Adam saw that, and more, and he also understood that a scare such as this could have very easily been the real thing. But as bad as it was, and may yet become, they did have one thing.
When the bedroom door was closed, when the world was at bay and they were snug in each other’s arms. That was what made it all worthwhile—in the dangerous life of a back alley cop and his lover.
The End
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About Temple Madison
Temple Madison is quickly rising into the ranks of hottest erotica writer around today. She slowly evolved from the mundane boy meets girl plotline, to the sexy bad boys who leave a trail of erotic fire wherever they go. Even though she tried to focus on her heroines, she somehow couldn't keep from wrapping her whole story around the gorgeous guys. Finally, she gave in to it and prowled the streets of her imagination in search of her next super idea and gorgeous hunk. Her passion is the big, swarthy type that fits into the big city nighttime scene. These alpha males might be vampires, werewolves spirit beings, or they may be completely normal. But one thing they all are is, sexy as hell.
Temple has had her days in the sun, when she was the life of the party, a laugh a minute kind of gal, and outrageously cool, but writing is her passion today. Today she's one of those boring ex-civil service workers that has a penchant for bookstores and sappy love songs. She prefers quiet dinners with friends over maddening crowds. Her favorite pastime is writing a truly exciting suspenseful novel with strong, stand-alone characters, and an exciting, anything-can-happen plotline. After several years, her love of writing hasn’t left her, so look for more of her dark romance novels that will give you a chill one minute and a hot flash the next.
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