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    Game On
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    Game On

    By Summer Devon

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    Grant Rensler knows he’s considered uptight, even at the law firm where he’s been working hard to make partner—but he simply likes his privacy. He's furious when he finds out some stranger has been taking dips in his pool.

    Ned Hill has been attempting to recreate one of his favorite movies, The Swimmer, to help him jump-start his creativity. When he’s swimming laps in a neighbor’s pool, the homeowner flips out and Ned feels a little bad. Ned's strongest response? He's intrigued by the man, so very different from his usual, more laid-back partners.

    Then, when they run into each other again, Ned decides he’s definitely interested. He’s just got to convince Grant he’s not trying to ruin his life or career — and that the attraction of an opposite will be good for him...Very, very good.

    An m/m novella

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherK Rothwell
    Release dateSep 25, 2012
    ISBN9781301235995
    Game On
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    Summer Devon

    About the Author Summer Devon is the alter ego of Kate Rothwell who also writes under her own name.  Summer writes m/m books of all sorts. Many of her titles are co-written with Bonnie Dee For more information about Summer/Kate, go to http://katerothwell.com or http://summerdevon.com.  Summer can also be found at https://www.facebook.com/S.DevonAuthor

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      Game On - Summer Devon

      GAME ON

      by Summer Devon

      Smashwords Edition

      Copyright © 2012 Summer Devon

      This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or business establishments, events, or locales is coincidental.

      All Rights Are Reserved. No part of this may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

      eBooks are not transferable. They cannot be sold, shared or given away as it is an infringement of the copyright of this work.

      With gratitude to Jenny M and Sarah F (and of course, Linda)

      Chapter One

      The set of wet footprints next to the pool—the second time this week—pushed him to an edge he hadn’t felt in years. Grant was generally even-tempered; certainly, he never burned with fury. The stress of work must have caught up with him. His home, his sanctuary, was the one aspect of his life he could control—or had been able to until someone invaded his privacy.

      He pulled out his cell phone and called the security company he’d seen listed on his neighbor’s front lawn. Within minutes, he’d arranged to have the half-acre property set up with cameras, motion sensors, the whole damn thing. A rush job, yes please. They’d be out tomorrow.

      After he hung up, he realized he might have to take a whole day off of work just to wait for them. Funny how blind rage could turn him into an idiot. He had too much work.

      Then he thought about that big, wet footprint and decided missing a day at the office would be worth it. He wanted to protect his little corner of the world.

      The next morning, as he waited for the security firm to show up, Grant paced the bungalow and the carefully landscaped garden. He stared at the fence someone had easily gotten over.

      He treasured the control he’d felt in his home. He also liked being alone. Sure, Wolf would probably dig in for a long visit next time he came east, but Grant would be okay with the old man on the property. If they couldn’t share a space, there was a small house next to the pool, and Grant could go live out there. The old guy would get a kick out of that.

      He still hadn’t called work and reluctantly punched in the number for Nina, the partner in charge of the entertainment division. She clucked and sighed. Fine. Take off today, but you have to be here Thursday, she reminded him. That morning meeting is crucial. God knows why they insist on holding it here and not their office, but you’re the one who’s done all the work on the—

      He interrupted. I’ll be there by tomorrow at the latest. He didn’t bother to point out to Nina that he hadn’t taken a day off for two months, and that included weekends.

      You couldn’t just get your maid to stay over?

      He didn’t have a maid, but he didn’t bother to tell her that he liked to clean and disliked the thought of strangers touching his stuff. People at the firm already thought he was weird.

      I will be in the minute the security people finish the job, he said. It could be just a couple of hours from now or— Something splashed. Outside his house. Shit. Gotta go. He clicked off.

      A guy was in his pool, swimming steadily and strong. For a second, Grant stared at the shadow-dappled pool, at the man expertly cutting through the water. The guy was at least twenty pounds heavier than Grant and had some impressive muscles. The swimmer’s shoulders flexed as he raised his arms, one at a time, in a smooth, easy stroke. A tattoo of some sort flashed as he drew one muscular arm from the water.

      No. Grant refused to be frightened by this asshole, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to be attracted to him.

      If Grant had felt a bit less pissed off, he might have called 9-1-1 and stayed inside, but the sight of the intruder doing a graceful underwater flip at the deep end and starting back down the length of the pool, his pool, pushed him over that edge.

      He grabbed the fireplace poker and flung open the door. Hey, moron. What are you doing on my property? This is not the goddamn YMCA.

      The guy didn’t slow until he got to the shallow end of the pool. He touched the wall with his outstretched hand and then rose to his feet, dripping. He shook his hair from his face like a dog, then shoved it back with both hands. Wet, his hair plastered to his head and trailed past his ears. Tarzan. The trespassing jerk looked like Tarzan, except Tarzan didn’t have a pierced nipple or an earring or a tattoo over his shoulder and down one side.

      Is that a weapon? Hey, no need to get upset. The trespasser had the trace of a Southern accent: git upsat.

      What the fuck are you doing in my pool?

      The big guy raised his eyebrows. I think it’s called the Australian crawl?

      This isn’t the first time you’ve been here, asshole. You were here yesterday and the day before. I found your footprints.

      Yeah, you caught me, the big guy admitted cheerfully. "This is a

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