“Sweet heaven, is there anything you won’t complain about, Blackwood?” Duskan huffed. “Was it a great trauma for you, then? Must be because you couldn’t keep up with her.” Tashué laughed, but it was a short and bitter sound, all the anger bubbling in his chest anew. “Judging from what I’ve heard at the station house, the only one here unable to keep up with women is you. Disappointing Duskan, they call you.” Beckett laughed, too, sharp and fast, and then he clamped his hand over his mouth. “Sorry. I shouldn’t laugh. Happens to the best of us.”
