"Royalties, huh?" She laughed at the notion and shook her head. "If anyone owes royalties, it's you to Clint Eastwood. You practically stole the man's style, God rest his soul." Her tone was light and playful. It was so easy to feel relaxed around him when their friendly banter was going on.
It's less easy to talk to him about the heaviness of the enterprise she was creating. Not because she didn't want to talk to him about it, but because there was worry on both their ends. Crime was always a balancing act and falling off the high wire could have nasty consequences. She was trying to stay safe, but it was difficult.
She swallowed roughly as she voices the concern about her changing. This place was changing her, though maybe not for the worst. Deeringon was regularly forcing her to question all the things she had held herself too. Catching his gaze again, she finds herself making mental notes about his features. Her own thoughts returned constantly to that night at the party, but she would have guessed that she was the only one thinking about it.
"Too late for that." She looks down, finding a one manicured nail that was in need of care suddenly deeply interesting. "I think I'm already not the same woman I was six months ago. Hell, I would have laughed in their face if anyone had suggested we'd be workin' together again. Y'know right around the time you left, the boys would say they wished you were back just to reign me in. I broke a nose or two over that. But if what they were saying was true, well...I guess I need you down here in the thick of it with me, makin' sure I don't get in over my head." The truth was, for the first time in years, she actually felt like herself. When she looks back up at him, she catches the look in his eyes that suggests he is leaving something unsaid. She feels a warmth spread over her cheeks as she watches him intently.
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It's less easy to talk to him about the heaviness of the enterprise she was creating. Not because she didn't want to talk to him about it, but because there was worry on both their ends. Crime was always a balancing act and falling off the high wire could have nasty consequences. She was trying to stay safe, but it was difficult.
She swallowed roughly as she voices the concern about her changing. This place was changing her, though maybe not for the worst. Deeringon was regularly forcing her to question all the things she had held herself too. Catching his gaze again, she finds herself making mental notes about his features. Her own thoughts returned constantly to that night at the party, but she would have guessed that she was the only one thinking about it.
"Too late for that." She looks down, finding a one manicured nail that was in need of care suddenly deeply interesting. "I think I'm already not the same woman I was six months ago. Hell, I would have laughed in their face if anyone had suggested we'd be workin' together again. Y'know right around the time you left, the boys would say they wished you were back just to reign me in. I broke a nose or two over that. But if what they were saying was true, well...I guess I need you down here in the thick of it with me, makin' sure I don't get in over my head." The truth was, for the first time in years, she actually felt like herself. When she looks back up at him, she catches the look in his eyes that suggests he is leaving something unsaid. She feels a warmth spread over her cheeks as she watches him intently.
"C'mon cowboy, just say what's on your mind."