Chapter 72

“Mal…” he purred.

“Time for work, Sparky.”

?

Work, damn it. Danny had almost forgotten. A morning romp would have done wonders to rid him of the lingering ache in his chest. But even without one, the twist in his stomach, the ease with which his tears had formed, seemed distant now, like all he’d needed was to let some of the pain out, and for once it hadn’t immediately nudged its way back in.

Logically, Danny knew that talking things out would help, but he hadn’t wanted that with anyone else. With Cho, it didn’t matter how the man looked at him afterwards. Cho was bad to begin with. Why would he care if Danny was headed down a dark path? If he’d killed someone? He probably welcomed it and hoped for a team up having Danny carry out his thefts.