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246 pages, ebook
First published October 1, 2009
"It's always our mistakes, the things we aren't proud of, that are the first ones to stand up, ready to be counted."
"Everything set out in neat little boxes, all black and white, exactly how he liked it. Good and evil, right and wrong, innocent and guilty. Stay in the right box and it would all work out in the end."
"Look at us, right now. Miller the FBI agent getting his answers, and Danny the criminal with a lifetime of bad deeds behind him. That's all we'll ever be."
"This is the best, most real thing that's ever happened to me. I've spent my whole life jumping from one bad choice to the next. Choosing this, with you, is probably the only decision I've ever been proud of making. I'll never be sorry."
"Danny, whose body made Miller forget the world and whose soul, even marked with shadows, made Miller believe in something beyond the stars."
"That somehow that man, with a felony record and no hope for the future, with a body marked with scars, with a brave, strong heart, was the person Miller had been searching for his whole life without even knowing it."
"Why, why's it so goddamn good?"
"Because it's us, Miller. Because it's us."
... Danny shifted his weight. "What's wrong?", he asked, his lips pressing soft kisses against Miller's arm.
"Danny I can't...." Miller hated how weak his voice sounded, how reedy and close to tears.
“It’s always our mistakes, the things we aren’t proud of, that are the first ones to stand up, ready to be counted. That’s human nature and it’s not going to change, not for me or for you, either.”
“So we’re in this together.” Danny’s voice shook but he didn’t look away.
Miller smiled, his eyes calm and steady and sure. “Yeah, Danny Butler, we’re in this together.”
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“I’ve been investigating Hinestroza for three years now. I eat, sleep, and breathe Hinestroza. I know more about that piece of shit than he knows about himself. And I’ve had my eye on you all that time.”
“Jesus,” Danny leered. “I knew I was good-looking, but—”
The last thing Miller wanted was to become friends with Danny Butler. Miller had a mission. He had to remain focused on a single goal: Hinestroza. In order to achieve it, he needed to draw Danny in while at the same time maintaining professional distance. Feelings couldn’t enter into the equation. All part of the game.
When did a man’s life become a game to you, Miller? He may be a drug dealer, but that’s still pretty fucking cold. You got ice in your veins now?
He didn’t know what the fuck he’d do with his life if not this. Everything set out in neat little boxes, all black and white, exactly how he liked it. Good and evil, right and wrong, innocent and guilty. Stay in the right box and it would all work out in the end.
For all his tough demeanor, it was clear that Danny was a man who couldn’t hold a grudge for long—fury and petulance a costume he wore occasionally, but not a permanent ensemble.
Resentment over the bargain Miller had forced him into still stung, festering under his skin. But curiosity was creeping up behind the resentment no matter how hard he pushed it away. It had been a long time since he’d had the energy, or will, to be curious about much of anything.
This was going to be trouble. He turned the idea over in his mind and found it didn’t frighten him. Trouble was the one thing Danny Butler felt qualified to handle.
Maybe Danny Butler, with all his faults and failings, had something worth giving after all.
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