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It was one of the things you learned when you were economical with words. People would read more into what you didn’t say.
It had been a while since he’d felt panic. Been panicked, sure, but after years on Night Shift, his brain just tuned it out 99 percent of the time. It was like a drunk who couldn’t get a buzz on beer anymore, but needed a shot of whiskey and a Baileys chaser.
At this point, Cade had trusted Marlow with his reputation, his business, and his cock. There didn’t seem much point in drawing the line now.
“I’m not bad in a fight, but you don’t date someone in Night Shift and punch fuckers yourself. Marlow? How much damage could you do in five minutes?”
“You’re the only one I’d piss on if you were on fire.” “That’s almost romantic.”
“This is what it is to be Night Shift,” she said. “We don’t even get to die in peace.” “Maybe they’ll put that on next year's recruitment poster.”
