Liam: Brothers, #4

By Hayden West

Liam McAtee is a pilot. He meets a Marine in the airport who stirs something in him that he didn't think he had in him anymore. They meet again in his club and his attraction skyrockets. He was the perfect ideal of a man to him. Tall, strong, sexy. Problem was, he's a Chaplin.

Eli deMita is a Marine first, Chaplin second. He wants a relationship with Liam, but the man has a problem with his being a man of the cloth. It is a challenge he will accept. While he wants to lay claim on the man, he is willing to take it slow and find out the reason behind his feelings. Will they stay alive to see if and where this could go?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hayden West
• Release date: May 12, 2024
• ISBN: 9798223357353

Book preview

Prologue

Liam scowled as he stared at the paper in hand. This wasn’t right. None of it was right.

Fuck! He slammed the notebook down on the table before him, jostling the small Styrofoam cup holding the shitty coffee he needed to be drinking.

There was a lot he needed to be doing, this wasn’t one of the things on his list.

Fucking should have flown myself. This is why I no longer fly commercial.

He raked a hand though his hair, pushing it away from his eyes. After making sure none of the coffee actually spilled, he stood, grabbed it and tossed it in the trash as he walked by on his way out of the small area, continuing on his way to the gate.

The airport was loud and for the most part full of cheerful reunions. A few here and there were wiping tears of sadness as they said their farewells. He ignored all he could. Brushing a hand over his mock turtleneck, he readjusted his bag and lengthened his stride.

After getting to his gate, he found a seat off to the side, but where he could still keep an eye on the gate. Digging out the notebook once more, he picked up his pencil and tapped it along the top spirals.

Words eluded him and for the life of him, he hadn’t a clue on how to begin. Tears burned as he scratched his thigh and waited for inspiration.

Time came and went, as did numerous people. The only thing that didn’t come, was that fucking inspiration.

He dropped his notebook and with a frustrated sigh, leaned forward to pick it up only to find it in the hand of a man who, quite frankly, took his breath away. Darker skin, shorn hair and unending muscles that appeared to be futility restrained behind that worn olive green shirt on his upper body.

Here.

That voice was sex in a bottle and for a brief moment, he was grateful for the distraction.

Thanks. He took the notebook back and dropped his gaze to it, wishing that words would have just appeared for him while it had been on the floor.

No such luck.

Everything okay?

Not even close. Liam tapped the eraser against the paper. I’m supposed to write a eulogy for my brother, but I can’t think of a thing to say.

Those strong legs in worn blue jeans, passed his line of sight before the man sat beside him.

They’re not supposed to be easy. My condolences on your loss.

Thanks. For whatever reason, he felt this man actually meant it, not just passing on platitudes.

When you think of your brother, he said after a bit. What comes to mind?

Music. Liam smiled. Todd loved music. In fact that was one of the things that would calm him down if he was having a nightmare.

The man stood and hefted his rucksack. Focus on that, there’s no right or wrong way to write a eulogy, so if it’s music that takes away the tears and shows the world that fantastic smile you have, hold onto it and go.

Let’s go Eli!

Liam looked up to find five more military men standing there, waiting for the one beside him.

Coming. He shifted so he stood in front of Liam and held out a piece of paper. If you ever need to talk to someone who knows what it’s like to lose a brother.

Then he was gone, the moment, Liam took the card.

Chapter 1

A FEW MONTHS LATER

Y ou’re cleared for your approach.

Roger that. Liam made his response automatically and without much thought. A slight smile tipped up the corners of his lips and he banked left and saw the night skyline to Miami flashing back at him. This was his city. A place where you could blend in with ease or stick out, depending on one’s preference.

Getting ready for final approach up to the private airfield, he gave the last notice to the trio of wealthy businessmen he was flying back from Los Angeles.

Sharing a look with his co-pilot, he dropped them down and brought the plane in with no fuss.

As