“Making a counter-offer,” he said.
Of course he was.
“I can give you things he can’t,” Daniel continued. “Security, for one.”
“You think he can’t protect me?” I shot back.
He laughed a little.
“Sorry, Courtney, no. He’s behind a desk in the precinct or inside a squad car all the way across town. When he’s not buried under reports. He can’t even protect you from me.” Daniel said, and there it was. The menace, soft and polite, sliding under the table and brushing against my ankles.
I set my glass down and crossed my arms.
“Is that a threat?”
“No,” he said. “That’s the truth. I will never hurt you. But if you walk out of my life and decide you want to burn me down with him, he won’t win. He knows that. I know that. You know that, somewhere in that sharp little head of yours.”
“So tho
