He gripped the edge of the desk. “I’ve done my best to make sure my brothers have no blood on their hands,” he said with menacing quiet. “I’m going to hell for all three of us.” Beckett said defiantly.
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Blake took her face in his hands. “You let me touch you. Kiss you. Your skin? It feels like piano keys. My hands know just where to go.
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It was like he’d just discovered fire, and she was the main ingredient.
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No one has really seen me in years.” Blake looked at the sky. “Sometimes I wonder how they know I don’t have a home. I try to dress decently.” He waved a hand at his jeans and army jacket. “I think it just seeps out of me. I’m not the same as everyone else.” He shook his head, pulling himself out of his despair, and looked at Livia again. “But when you saw me for the first time, you actually saw me. You saw me, and then you smiled like I was just the same as everyone else on that platform.
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If they’d caused you pain, I’d never have been able to live with myself,” he said as he backed up a step.
“You might want to find another place to sit. Those idiots could cook up a plan for revenge.”
“I can’t leave.” Green Eyes took a huge breath. “This is the only place where I get to see you.” He looked like a man who’d just bet his entire fortune and laid his cards on the table.
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Is that shooting star just a happy accident or has the universe had it planned for a thousand years?”
He tilted his face to the sky, his eyes tracking an imaginary star as it screamed to earth. He looked back to her. “Either way, you can’t stop it. You can beg it to slow down or you can just enjoy the show.”
“Am I the star in this story or you?”
Blake wrinkled his nose and chuckled. “Was that a bad analogy? I meant we’re the star, Livia. Us. This.” He shrugged his shoulders like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Us being in the same atmosphere is either a great cosmic catastrophe or the most serendipitous rendezvous.
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I know it doesn’t make noise,” he explained. “Going through the motions is comforting to me. I wish I had a real piano.” The wistfulness in his tone was aching to hear.
“Did it used to have keys on it?” Livia asked.
“I did draw them once, but it was in pencil. No matter. My heart knows right where they are.” He watched her as he tickled the pretend keys again.
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Stop. Stop that. Tell me what happened to you.” She gently ran her fingers down the length of his chest.
Blake shook his head. “My life outside of this train station won’t touch you.” His green eyes swam with pain and determination.
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We better get over to Beckett’s if you want to see how my day goes—before his crowd gets too raunchy.” Blake stood up and held out his hand.
“It’s eight thirty in the morning. How raunchy could they be?”
Livia wondered what, exactly, Beckett did for a living. Her question was soon answered. Everything bad.
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If you think I give a rat’s ass about that cooler, you don’t know me at all. Nothing I own is worth your pain.”
Then, quietly, he took down one of his walls for her. “I know you.
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