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didn’t even know how to hope for.
a flicker of something bright and candid crossed James’s face before he checked himself.
After twenty years, it’s hard to tell memory from regret.”
“Harley Street practice. Rich patients. Two days a week at a private sanatorium in Bedfordshire. He has some kind of stake in the sanatorium. He does all the usual rich people
Walking away and never coming back was his bread and butter.
But James had a stubbornness about his jaw and a flintiness about his eyes and Leo knew he wasn’t going to be deterred.
But the real reason Leo couldn’t ever have anything like this was that he was all wrong for it. Long ago, he’d cast his lot in with knives and shadows and other things that were sharp and dark and cold. In this warm little home, he was an intruder.
Just because he had been invited in—welcomed, even—didn’t mean he belonged there. You could invite a snake into your home and that didn’t mean it was a good idea.
his face lit up
made James’s vision darken at the edges.
I’m just developing a strong anti-bullet stance all around, it seems.”
“The trouble is that I love you,” he said. “And it’s ruined me for gainful employment.”
What I do know is that I love you, every last dangerous and dishonest inch of you, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Go ahead and drink your tea,” Leo said, his words muffled by the fabric of James’s trousers. “I’m busy.”
