Tango in the Night

Tango in the Night

by

KC Kendricks

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This book is a work of fiction. While references to actual places or events may occur, the names, characters, incidents, and locations are from the author’s imagination and any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental.

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Copyright © 2009, 2016 KC Kendricks

Cover art © 2016 KC Kendricks

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Intro to Tango in the Night

He tossed the paper towels he’d been holding in the trash and crossed his arms over his chest. You talk like you’re old, and I know you’re not.

I’ve got a lot of miles on me, Ellis. I feel old.

Ellis’ gaze locked with mine. I knew that interested look, having been on the receiving end of it often enough in my life. It was nice to know I could still turn a head. He reached out and trailed his fingertips down my arm. You want some help feeling young again?

I hated to disappoint him. He was a nice-looking man, and I couldn’t deny my curiosity about him. But... I rebuffed him as gently as I knew how. Not with a co-worker, Ellis, even a handsome stud like you.

Ellis didn’t blink. His chin lifted the slightest bit as those blue eyes saw straight through my act. A warm little glow sparked to life in my belly. I knew by the way he pressed his full, sexy lips together he knew. We stood there staring at each, the air between us sparking with a strange blue lightning. He tried, but he couldn’t keep the corner of his mouth from quirking up in a little smile.

If you change your mind, Jubal, just say so.

I nodded. Ellis pushed off from the counter and walked toward the door. I had one more thing I had to say to him.

Ellis?

He stopped and turned around.

Yeah?

Nice ass.

He laughed as the door closed behind him...

What they said about Tango in the Night

Tango in the Night is a 2010 Rainbow Awards Honorable Mention Recipient

Best Gay Contemporary

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4.5 Nymphs from Literary Nymphs, January 2010

I admit it. The thing that caught my attention first when I read the blurb was Jubal’s name... I’ve never come across a literary character with the old-fashioned moniker. The characters of Jubal and Ellis are perfect counterpoints, both professionally and personally, and despite the differences in their ages, they make a great couple with lots in common. And the sex is blistering hot and passionate. While I enjoyed the entire book, I truly appreciated the twist of who was the villain and how they dealt with him in the end. Read this one and enjoy. I know I did. -

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Praise for the writing of KC Kendricks

KC Kendricks never disappoints!"—Fallen Angel Reviews

..beautifully moving in all the right places...KC Kendricks gives us a well-crafted tale- The Romance Studio

Good to the last word....- Sensual Reads

...Seriously entertaining and totally engaging...- Joyfully Reviewed

...solidly written contemporary romance...-Jessewave

Books by KC Kendricks and Rayne Forrest

For current availability, please visit KC’s bookshelf at

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Circle of Steel

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River Walk

Moon Dances

Fly By Night

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Taming Triton

Poseidon’s Pleasure

Between The Moon and the Deep Blue Sea

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Open Roads

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Where There’s Smoke

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Tango in the Night

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Right From the Start

Table of Contents

Tango in the Night

Intro to Tango in the Night

What they said about Tango in the Night

Books by KC Kendricks and Rayne Forrest

Table of Contents

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

About the Author

Dear Readers,

A bonus read from A Hard Habit to Break

CHAPTER 1

I was finally home, the end of my long odyssey in view. I closed the front door of my Victorian-era brownstone and breathed in the alien scent of dusty abandonment, saddened the fragrance of my former life no longer remained. I steeled myself for those other things that did.

A brown leather jacket hung on the coat rack, and I draped my matching one beside it. That other jacket was in better shape than mine. Perhaps I’d keep it. I lifted it off the hook and held it up to my face, searching for any trace of the man to whom it once belonged. Maybe, if I used my imagination, the scent of his cologne lingered.

I placed it back on the hook and traversed the long hallway to my kitchen. The room wasn’t as I’d left it ten months ago. My friends had come and tidied up, needing something to do to try and help. I was grateful for everything they’d done, having been in no position to do it myself. They were going to be upset with me for slinking back into town under the cover of a Tuesday night, arriving as the sky lightened over the Philadelphia skyline.

They cared, and I appreciated that fact, but I needed a few days of solitude to accomplish the task I’d set for myself. I didn’t want them around as I sorted through Cliff’s things.

But first things first, as is often said. I rummaged in the pantry and found an unopened can of coffee. Thank God.

Desperate for caffeine, I’d have made a pot with the old stale stuff in the canister, but fresh was so much better. The hospital, the rehab center, even my big sister, all pushed decaf at me, and I hated the stuff. I broke the seal and wanted to weep at the rich aroma wafting up to me. I set the brewer and slowly climbed the stairs to the second floor, and the bedroom I’d shared with my lover.

It was a plain room, Spartan by some standards, done in shades of navy and maroon. His choice, not mine, but I scarcely cared. The king-size bed, the wing chairs, and end table by the large double windows overlooking the tiny back yard. Two dressers, one with his watch and ring lying on it and gathering dust, placed there by unknown hands. Nothing in this room had mattered except the two people in it. Well, the bed we’d held in high esteem. We’d spent enough time in it.

I opened the closet door and found the contents undisturbed, save for Cliff’s black pinstripe suit which no longer hung there. I wasn’t looking for it, though. My interest was more practical. I’d lost weight, and if his jeans fit me, I would wear them. I tried on the nearest pair, and satisfied with the fit, selected five more to run through the washing machine. Everything in the closet had a thick layer of dust along the hanger fold.

The coffee pot beeped as I started the washer. I filled the biggest mug I owned and carried it to my dusty desk in the living room, sipping with each step.

Damn. I bowed to the inevitable and called my cleaning lady. She didn’t even make me beg before agreeing to come this afternoon, warmly welcoming me home as she fussed at me for not calling her last week so she could have readied the house.

I hadn’t known I was coming home last week. I woke up a few days ago and simply knew it was time.

The call to my housekeeper completed, I fulfilled my promise to let my sister know I was home safe. We’d not always gotten along, but when the rehab hospital released me for outpatient care, I wasn’t recovered enough to come home alone and climb stairs. Allie had taken me in, and I’d spent the summer with her and what little family I had left in Kentucky. It had been good for me, a place of healing. My brother-in-law had worried about the effect of my homosexuality on my nephews, but like typical teens, the boys shrugged and ignored the fact, spending a lot of time with me. I suspected they did it just to annoy their father, but I enjoyed their company, regardless.

I kept my worry over Allie’s marriage to a man so much like our father to myself.

So I was home, and several paths lay before me. I’d promised myself not to rush into anything, that I’d take my time in making decisions, but I couldn’t sit in this house and mope.

In all honesty, my decisions were made.

Cliff’s life insurance policy had paid off the house and then some. I had happy memories here and didn’t want to move. This had been my home before I met Cliff, and maybe, in time, I’d be lucky enough to share it with someone else.

I probably couldn’t work as a field agent any longer, but my supervisor had been in contact with me over the summer and still wanted me on his team for special projects. I had to pass a physical exam, but I’d healed enough and shouldn’t have any problem qualifying for an inside desk job. I poured another cup of coffee and carried it to the parlor.

Double damn. The cable had been shut off, which meant I didn’t have Internet either. I picked up the house phone. No dial tone.

I sighed as I plopped my travel-weary feet in their Dingo boots on the coffee table. Going through Cliff’s things could wait until tomorrow. This afternoon I would visit my old office and see my fellow agents, and tonight I would surprise my friends at the local club. I needed to touch those people who meant so much to me and let them know how much I’d missed them while I’d been in Kentucky.

My voice echoed in the stillness of the house as I spoke aloud.

Welcome home, Jubal.

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As far back as I could remember, I knew two things about myself. One, I wanted to work in law enforcement, and two, I was gay. My father lauded my dream of being a police officer or an agent—a real man. When he discovered me kissing my first boyfriend, his approval changed to anger. After that, no one but the men I had sex with knew I was queer. I left home at fifteen with a black eye, two cracked ribs, and valuable insight into the straight world.

Somewhere along my career path, I decided who I slept with was nobody’s business but my own. I didn’t