Chapter 32

“Plans changed. Needed a break. You sounded like a really good badidea.”

Mal smirked. Danny obviously wasn’t interested in divulging more. Fair enough. “That, I can promise you, will always be true.”

With a grin, Danny dug into another bite of noodles, then offered the container to Mal.

“I’m good, thanks. But tell me,” he crossed to his liquor cabinet, “this going to be an ongoing occurrence?”

“Me eating your leftovers?” Danny asked with a tease at the corners of his lips and a glance down Mal’s body. “Or fucking you better than anyone else you’ve ever been with?”

A shock of desire stirred in Mal’s belly as he pulled down his whiskey bottle and poured himself two liberal fingers; this version of Danny he definitely wanted to see more of. “That’s pretty bold for someone barely old enough to buy me a drink.”

“Fuck you, I’m twenty-eight. And you’re what, thirty-five?”