Page 218 of Dangerous Encore
The steel and glass kitchen and a glass dining table is to our left. And beyond that is the backyard. A huge, gorgeous pool reflecting every bit ofsunlight.
Logan takes a seat at the piano bench as I follow Miles into thekitchen.
Soft notes flow through the air. They start as nonsense, but quickly turn to somethingmelodic.
As good as what Miles wasplaying.
Bettereven.
So Logan does knowsomething.
That effortless party boy thingisbull.
Maybe.
I don't know with this shitanymore.
Miles nods to the fridge. "You want adrink?"
I shakemyhead.
"Suit yourself." He pulls out a can of green tea and pops it open. "I can put oncoffee."
"Am Ishaking?"
"I know thedrill."
"God grant me the serenity…" Ioffer.
He nods. "You go toNA?AA?"
I shakemyhead.
"See ashrink?"
"Haven't in awhile.You?"
"Ditto." He leans against the counter and gives me a long once over. His blue eyes fill with some sort ofunderstanding.
They're softer than Piper's.Greener.
Still makes me thinkofher.
A million thingsabouther.
He takes a sip of his tea and sets the can on the counter. "I like you, Kit. You're less annoying than most peopleIknow."
"Thanks."
"I won't bullshit you. We're not exactly like this." Miles presses his first two fingers together. "I figure, if you want to talk, it's about—" Miles pulls up his sleeve and mimes injectingheroin.
"You'reperceptive."
"My curse." He shrugs. "It's not all it's cracked uptobe."
"You seemhappy."
"Iam."
