“Can I just ask one thing?” Leon said when they parted. He didn’t want to speak at all, but he knew there was too much that needed to be cleared up before he could go any further. “If the day comes you don’t want me around, or another bounty hunter wants to take me in, will you let me just walk away? Please?”
“Yes. On the condition that you never ask me to turn a blind eye to anything illegal.”
“Agreed.” His fingers toyed with the shirt, loving the feel of the hard muscles beneath the rough fabric. “It’s not going to make things hard for you? Having a wanted man underfoot?”
“Well, you’re not just a wanted man, are you? You’re my partner.”
He wanted to say that being partners didn’t take his name off posters. Or erase certain marshals’ memories. Or get rid of the bounty on his head if someone else got greedy. But Thomas didn’t look like he cared about any of that. He regarded Leon with the same level gaze he always did, assessing and—this time—not finding him lacking.