“Get in,” he said.
“You first.”
“The only way this happens is if you take my lead.”He held my gaze.“You know that.”
I knew.Of course I knew.I’d known from the moment I’d first met him.Dylan McCoy didn’t give up control for anyone.
But this wasn’t about surrender.Not really.
“You’ve still got all the power here, trust me.I’m not asking you to give it up.”I took a careful step closer.“I’m just asking you to let me help you forget about the day.Forget about the mess.Forget about being Sergeant Dylan McCoy and just feel good for a little while.”
Still, he hesitated.
Maybe because we both knew what I was really asking for was trust.And trust was a hell of a lot harder than surrender.
“Please, Dylan.”I let him hear the want, the need, the months of staring at his number.All of it.
He turned with a heavy sigh and stepped in.