New York was New York. Somehow it never changed, even though the city was always changing. Mike hadn’t been globe-hopping with his—well, with the others for long, but it seemed like the whole city was new and unfamiliar as he was driven back to the LewaCorp building.
When he’d been leaving the city, he’d had Jim by his side, even though that had been the last thing he wanted. Now Jim was across the ocean, as far from Mike as he could get, and Mike was pretty sure he wanted it that way.
He’d known it would end this way from the moment Jim kissed him.
It wasn’t that Jim was a bad guy. Hell, he didn’t even think Jim truly cared about what had happened in Afghanistan. Or rather, he wanted to fix things. He’d been pretty clear that he’d been upset about Mike not opening up to him and telling
