Born to Run
Jenna Byrnes
Published by Phaze Books
Also by Jenna Byrnes
Never Say Goodbye
Wanted Dead or Alive
Dancing in the Dark
This is an explicit and erotic novel
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of adult readers. Please keep
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Born to Run
a Phaze Rocks novella by
JENNA BYRNES
Born to Run, Copyright 2009 by Jenna Byrnes
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Reissue Edition – June, 2009
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Note: This novella is a reissue of an earlier edition.
Chapter One
“You’re late.” Sam Nielson drummed his fingers on the table at Houlihan’s Pub.
“And you’re ugly. But I can buy a watch.” Gil Gates slipped into the chair next to Sam, glancing around. “Apparently I’m not the only late one. Where’s D’Amato?”
“Oh, you know.” Sam screwed up his face. “All lovey-dovey at home these days. He probably won’t even show up.”
“Who won’t show up?” Nick D’Amato slapped the back of Sam’s head. “Wouldn’t be talking about me, now, would you?” He pulled out a chair, throwing his leg over the back, and sat.
“Don’t do that!” Sam cradled the back of his head. “Christ, you’d think we were back at the academy together.”
Nick smiled. “Sometimes I feel like we still are. These past few months, I’d swear I was twenty years younger.”
Gil raised a hand, summoning the waitress. “Regular sex will do that to you. So come on, spill it. How are things at home? William getting along okay?”
They paused long enough to greet their regular server. “Hey, Donna,” Sam said. “Could we get three beers, please?”
“Sure, detective. Light beer on tap, I assume?”
“Fine, thanks.”
The plump, middle-aged woman nodded and returned to the bar.