“You’re escaping?” Austin asks, leaning up against the door. He’s not really interested in getting any closer to Dallas, not when the other man is surgically removing his own microchip. “Why?” “Like I said, the opportunity presented itself.” Dallas gives a noncommittal, one-shouldered shrug, already digging around in his arm again. “I was always going to leave the Department sooner or later. It was just a matter of when and how. Honestly, I’d assumed it was going to be much harder, but then fate came and dropped you into my lap.”
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“You’re escaping?” Austin asks, leaning up against the door. He’s not really interested in getting any closer to Dallas, not when the other man is surgically removing his own microchip. “Why?” “Like I said, the opportunity presented itself.” Dallas gives a noncommittal, one-shouldered shrug, already digging around in his arm again. “I was always going to leave the Department sooner or later. It was just a matter of when and how. Honestly, I’d assumed it was going to be much harder, but then fate came and dropped you into my lap.”