Montana Sky
By RJ Scott
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When they spend time alone on a Montana mountainside will Tyler ever convince Martin that like sapphires, love is worth searching for?
Martin’s name was the very last on a kill list. The son of a murderer, he’s had no childhood; lost in a horrific holding pattern of death that turned his heart to stone. Thanks to the man who called him brave and spared his life, he no longer has to look over his shoulder, but he does have one question. Why did Justin let him live?
Tyler Colby has identified a major flaw in the seismic mapping system used to monitor earthquake activity. Sent to Crooked Tree by his employer, the Montana Bureau of Mines and Geology, he is tasked with adding a new remote station to the network. The installation should be his entire focus, but the lure of sapphires and his attraction to a heartbroken young man called Martin is enough to make him want more.
RJ Scott
RJ Scott is the author of the best selling Male/Male romances The Christmas Throwaway, The Heart Of Texas and the Sanctuary Series of books.She writes romances between two strong men and always gives them the happy ever after they deserve.
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Montana Sky - RJ Scott
Chapter One
Martin briefly stopped on the stone bridge and tipped his head to the sky. The rain had finally stopped, and stars dotted the vast black canvas untainted by light pollution. He was here, and he’d never felt so at a loss of what to do next.
Crooked Tree Ranch. Justin and Adam.
Why did I think it was a good idea to come to Montana?
Moonlight illuminated tiny parts of the darkness that shrouded Crooked Tree, and he turned full circle. There was only enough light to hint at the shape of things; a road that ended in the parking lot, a restaurant, reflective signs indicating where areas of the ranch lay from this central point. This way was admin, next to it, Branches Restaurant, and behind him was a notice about the distance to the cabins on foot, cycle, and by horse.
Below the bridge, the river rushed over large boulders and the noise mesmerized him long enough that he temporarily forgot the dread gripping his chest. Then it crashed back down on him and he questioned why was he standing there as if he had all the time in the world.
I need to know why Justin didn’t kill me. Then I can leave.
I got your message.
Martin jumped at the voice coming from the dark. Justin.
Shit, you scared me.
Justin stepped out of the shadows. When I gave you that number it was for you to call me, not ask to come here. What do you want, Jamie?
I’m not Jamie,
Martin corrected immediately. My name is Martin. Martin Graves. You know that; you know I can’t use Jamie anymore.
I don’t want to use that name.
Justin leaned against the facing wall, arms crossed over his chest. Although his stance was intimidating, his expression was neutral; most importantly he didn’t look as if he was going to kill Martin. Even though three years ago in the coffee shop, Justin had unconditionally promised Martin he was safe from Justin killing him, it remained one of the more persistent fears chasing him in his nightmares. Martin lowered his hands, slowly, and willed his heart to start beating because his chest felt tight, and he was convinced he was about to drop dead.
That would mess everything up.
I need to talk to you,
Martin answered, pushing his hands into his pockets and nudging his dropped bag back against the wall. I need to know why you let me live.
What?
This wasn’t going well. Martin didn’t exactly want anything rational, and Justin hadn’t moved, only stared at him as if he expected a grand speech. Martin did have a speech planned. Hell, he’d considered very carefully what he was going to say. In some scenarios, he spoke impassioned words, talking about what his dad had done, what he’d become, how his dad had hurt Justin and Adam, and how Martin carried that with him every day. How sorry he was. How his whole life in Vermont had gone up in flames and he needed somewhere to stop. In others, he told Justin that he’d found peace, held back the demons, and learned to live with the nightmares.
You could have shot me, left me for dead, finished the kill list you had, but you didn’t. Why?
Hell if I know,
Justin said.
Martin took an instinctive step backward, his thighs hitting the wall. Justin left a foot between them, and waited.
Was it because you saw something in me?
Martin asked desperately.
Nope,
Justin said.
Martin’s heart sank. But, when you said you wouldn’t kill me, you told me to find you one day and tell you that I knew I was brave. Did you think I was brave? Really? Is that why you didn’t kill me?
You can’t stay.
Justin glanced over his shoulder toward the restaurant as if he didn’t want to be seen on this bridge talking to a stranger.
Answer my question,
Martin demanded. He’d come here straight from his mom’s funeral, hitchhiked his way to Helena, used the last of his money on a bus, walked the last four hours in a rain that had only let up for short amounts of time. Exhausted and soaked to the bone, his carefully constructed life was unraveling, and he needed this to stop.
You should be anywhere but here,
Justin said. If anyone sees you and tells Adam, it could hurt him.
God, is Adam here?
The last thing that Martin wanted was to see Adam. It was enough that he had approached Justin right now.
No.
Justin let out an impatient sigh. You need to leave.
Martin couldn’t leave, he needed an answer.
I’m not brave. You said I was brave, but was that the only reason you didn’t kill me? I have nothing else to hold on to when I don’t believe I am brave at all.
He shivered not just from the cold but from the icy feel of a hundred ghosts crawling under his skin. The rain started again, and Martin pushed his hair away from his face and was utterly lost.
They stood in silence for a while; then Justin cursed noisily. Fuck. Let’s get the hell out of this rain.
Justin headed up the hill, and after a pause, Martin followed. The restaurant building was internally lit with security lights, but they weren’t a glaring white, more of a subtle yellow gold in the rain. It was made of wood, sprawling into the trees, clear glass showcasing a gorgeous interior with more wood, and a counter toward the back.
In here,
he said and opened the door to let Martin through. The warmth inside made his skin prickle, and he immediately shrugged off his soaked coat. Being warm and dry was a luxury, and he’d take it over cold and wet any day.
Justin checked him up and down. Jesus kid, you look like shit. When did you last eat?
Martin wanted to point out that Justin was only a year older than him and that kid wasn’t a good description, but he didn’t. All he could think about was the last time he’d had a proper meal, which had to be five or six days ago. He’d filled up on cheap gas station snacks, but a hot meal with real food, that was a distant memory. He knew he’d lost a bit of weight when his jeans found a new natural level resting on his hips.
Not today,
he evaded.
Justin ushered him to a table and then went to the counter, talking to a shorter man Martin hadn’t even noticed was there. The second man leaned sideways to glance around Justin— right at Martin, and he frowned. The two of them exchanged heated words before the other man gave a full-body sigh and disappeared. Justin came back, turning the chair at the table to straddle it.
He was probably waiting for Martin to say something smart or insightful to explain what the hell he was doing here. They stared at each other in silence.
Why didn’t you kill me?
Martin asked, again.
Tell me what happened in Vermont,
Justin changed the subject immediately. I know you have no job, that the place you worked at burned to the ground under suspicious circumstances.
How did you know that?
Justin shook his head and huffed. You really think I left you there without checking on you?
Then he leaned closer and his expression was hard. I had to be sure you weren’t really your father’s son.
That cut deep. Even after fighting as hard as he had against his birthright, he was David Crane’s son after all. Bad blood runs in my veins. One small push and his father’s legacy of evil could emerge and crack him wide open. Temper would make him hurt people, and fear would drive him to destroy everything that was right.
His heart hurt, and he stood slowly. Three years since Justin had spared his life, and in all that time, Martin had held on to the fact that someone had actually appeared to care about him. Justin was the one person he thought might understand or at least show something akin to compassion, but he’d been wrong. Who can blame him, after what I was part of?
I understand.
He slammed a lid on the acidic self-hatred that boiled up inside. I’ll go now.
Fuck’s sake, kid, sit down.
Martin instantly reacted to the forcefulness of Justin’s tone. He’d grown up used to people telling him when to sit or stand or hurt people, another part of his messed-up psyche he had no control over. He sat, carefully, every muscle in his body aching.
I’m not a kid,
he said. I’m only a year younger than you are.
Justin ignored him, went to fetch a water jug and glasses, and retook his seat. Carefully he poured out a glass and nudged it toward Martin.
Tell me about the fire,
he said. Start at the beginning.
Clearly Justin wasn’t going to answer Martin’s question, and what else could Martin do but sit and talk? It was raining, he was only just warming up, there was coffee, and he didn’t want to leave yet.
Everything was razed to the ground. We have a lot of contractors near there, buildings going up, and we were the last place left that wouldn’t sell to them. I don’t know if I can point at them as being responsible, but they knew the owner wasn’t interested in selling.
He couldn’t meet Justin’s gaze. I didn’t start the fire.
Justin studied him thoughtfully, then nodded. Of course you didn’t. I know that.
Martin wanted to take that as a win, that small good thing that Justin had offered him, but his thoughts were chaotic.
Wait? Were you watching that as well?
Martin wouldn’t put anything past the enigmatic Justin with his ninja assassin skills and his ability to track Martin down all those years ago, despite how hard Martin had tried to hide. Or are you saying you don’t think I could do it.
Justin looked thoughtful.
Just because your father was a domestic terrorist consumed with hate, and you were part of it when you were younger, it doesn’t mean you’re one of the bad guys now.
Martin glanced around him, wishing Justin wasn’t talking so loudly. The connection to his dad was something he never talked about, and even though the restaurant was closed and empty except for the three of them, he didn’t want the words out there.
I was never part of it, not really. I was trapped there as much as you were,
Martin defended.
Justin stared at him steadily, and Martin met the stare.
Not quite the same way,
he murmured. You had the freedom to run.
You think I didn’t try that? I was terrified.
Why am I defending myself? Justin doesn’t care. Hell, I don’t freaking care.
Justin had every reason to expect Martin to have done every evil thing his blood made him capable of. Including burning down the café.
Well, right now I have no reason to doubt you. Of course, that could change.
Justin sipped water and watched Martin over the rim of his glass, his expression focused and thoughtful.
Martin cleared his throat. I’d been working hard at the café, community outreach, that kind of thing. Not that there was much of a community left after the big corporations bought up the old houses to replace them with trendy apartments.
His words ran together. When the café burned down, Joe didn’t want to rebuild. So I had no job, or a place to live because I’d been sleeping in my room above the café. I needed to talk to you, to understand what you saw in me, and then I’m heading south.
South? Texas? Florida? Mexico?
The ocean,
Martin said, and that was about all he had to tell right now. To him, the ocean was as vast as the sky, and he wanted to lie on a beach and stare up at the blue and hear the wash of waves as he decided what to do next with his life.
Coffee arrived then. The shorter guy seemed as if he was weighed down by the thundercloud of anger buzzing around his head. Both coffees met the table forcefully, liquid sloshing over the mugs. Martin thought he was watching some kind of comedy double act. Justin looking chagrined; the short guy pissed.
This is my partner, Sam,
Justin said. He knows who you are; he knows everything remained unspoken.
Martin held out his hand for Sam. Hi.
Sam ignored his overture and instead stared at him with narrowed eyes.
"So you’re him. His tone was flat.
Jamie."
"This is Martin," Justin inserted with emphasis, and Sam shot him a heated stare.
The last thing he wanted was a debate about his real name and why he wasn’t using it. As far as he was concerned, Jamie Crane had died the same day Justin and Adam had been hurt.
He flushed and stared down at the menu on the table. For a brief hopeful moment Sam appeared to be leaving, and then at the last moment, he turned back and took one of the chairs at their table. He leaned in and pushed at Martin’s arm to make him look up.
If you drag Justin back to anything, I will hurt you, okay?
He kept his tone low, but there was so much anger dripping from the words that Martin moved back in his chair and looked for the exit.
Sam, it’s okay,
Justin said, sounding tired, then covering Sam’s hand with his own. Nothing he brings with him will hurt me, no memories or experiences or people. Okay?
But what about Adam? What about him?
Justin shook his head mutely.
"Promise