In between their clandestine meetings, Mik tried to convince himself that the electricity he felt was all in his imagination—that such an effect was impossible—and yet every time he encountered Isa, the persistent, hypnotizing warmth only got hotter. The blood in his veins sizzled with Isa’s every touch, and when their eyes locked, he was trapped by the entrancing spell of his gaze. Mik began to wonder if it was all in his head, if he’d been so long without a man’s affection he succumbed to his own imagination. But then the heat between them became more charged, and he couldn’t help but wonder if Isa felt it, too. Not that it mattered. Despite the persistent stirrings between them, neither man could put aside the circumstances that had brought them together in the first place. The war and the resistance went on. As the fighting got closer and closer to Mik’s home, his role in the underground became even more important. No longer a simple courier, he became a smuggler.
