Page 82 of Goose

He met my gaze and held it. “You’re goddamned good at what you do. But, you don’t brag about it. You’re just like Ghost. You’re talented and humble. Two more attractive qualities to add to the list of many.”

I smiled. “Thank you.”

He looked me over. He shifted his attention to the flowers beyond me. After a moment of thought, he met my gaze. His filthy face was washed with a curious look.

“What?” I asked.

His mouth twisted into a smirk. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Yeah,” he said with a laugh. “When I’m really, really happy, my mind goes blank. I got nothing.”

“I thought we were going to be truthful with one another?” I asked.

“We are.”

I scowled jokingly. “Your mind’s not blank right now.”

“No.” He grinned. “It sure isn’t.”