Neal laughs softly. “I almost lost it on Malcolm when he came in and started asking me who Danny Brooks was.”
He sits down at the little wrought iron table, gesturing for Raylan to join him and setting a pair of glasses between them. “It was me. My name when I was in WITSEC.”
Neal flashes Raylan a crooked little smile. “Maybe that’s why I have an affinity for marshals, but none of the guys in suits who showed up at our apartment were as pretty as you.”
Yeah, he’d never mentioned he had been under the care of the US Marshals Service, but it’s out on the table now.
Neal studies the view. “I grew up in St. Louis. But I’m pretty sure my heart belongs to New York.”
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He sits down at the little wrought iron table, gesturing for Raylan to join him and setting a pair of glasses between them. “It was me. My name when I was in WITSEC.”
Neal flashes Raylan a crooked little smile. “Maybe that’s why I have an affinity for marshals, but none of the guys in suits who showed up at our apartment were as pretty as you.”
Yeah, he’d never mentioned he had been under the care of the US Marshals Service, but it’s out on the table now.
Neal studies the view. “I grew up in St. Louis. But I’m pretty sure my heart belongs to New York.”