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262 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 24, 2018
“Not that Park seemed like a flowers kind of guy, all jokes aside. Nor was he technically Cooper’s boyfriend. Possibly. That too was on the list of things they did not talk about. It was a long list.”
“Ever since then Park had been hyper-vigilant that Cooper was getting enough nutrition. He often cooked him little omelets in the morning before Cooper woke, had started researching supplements and vitamins he thought Cooper should take, and packed snacks for him on cases as if he was a child.”
"Park shook his head, smiling. “Porcupine,” he said.
Cooper felt heat rush his face. It was something Park called him occasionally in private. When Cooper was being “especially prickly.” Whether it was meant out of affection or exasperation, Cooper wasn’t sure, but it sounded intimate in a way they both usually avoided and tended to do unpredictable things to Cooper’s physiology."
“The only mystery I want to work on right now is the mystery of Agent Park, in the motel room”—he pulled Park’s sweatpants down, freeing his dick to bob in interest—“with the candlestick.”
Park laughed. “God, you’re a dork—”
Sometimes letting people get to know more about you didn't bring you closer, it just gave them more reasons to want to walk away.
"I'm glad you're in my life," Cooper said simply. There was a lot more he could have said, maybe a lot more he should have said, but this was the clearest, most honest thing he could give right now.
Park did nothing for a moment, almost as if he hadn't heard, then pulled back and looked cooper in the eye. His expression was so fierce it was actually startling. "There isn't anywhere I'd rather be," Park said, and kissed him, hard.
Cooper scrambled for his gun and turned to see Simpson pinned to the floor with a man kneeling on his back, ass waving in the air and cuffing Simpson's hands.
Cooper left his gun holstered and flopped back on the floor with a sigh. He knew that ass. Knew it very well indeed.
"Cutting it a bit close," Cooper said.
He heard a huff. "Our Bat signals must have gotten crossed. I could have sworn we said we'd meet outside."
“You don’t understand how dangerous that is, do you? He’s making himself sick. I could see it as soon as I met him.”
“I love you.”
“You—you love me,” Cooper stuttered.
“Obviously,” Park said. “For quite some time now.”
"...to me you’re as close to magical as anything I’ve ever known. And not just because of the whole werewolf thing, but because you’re you. All special and brilliant and patient and funny and you know, sort of good-looking sometimes, I guess.”When Cooper is forced home for family obligations an unexpected murder discovery throws everything into upheaval. Clues are overturned and reveals rock Cooper's family world.