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“You can tell a lot about a person by what’s on their playlist,” Steve said as he drove way over the speed limit just because he could.
“What?” Danny said, angling his body to better see the maniac who had stolen the keys to his Camaro and was at the very moment making Danny wonder if he would live to see Grace’s ninth birthday. “What does that mean?”
“I’m just saying,” Steve said calmly, his tone in sharp contrast to the anger in Danny’s voice.
“What does that even mean, Steven?” Danny demanded again, relinquishing his death grip on the ‘oh-shit’ handle long enough to gesture toward Steve and this newest insane theory of his. “It’s Bruce Springsteen. Surely you can’t have anything against the Boss.”
“I don’t have anything against Springsteen although he might be a tad overrated,” Steve told him as he passed the car in front of them that was daring to go only ten miles over the speed limit. “But you also have the Bee Gees on there.”
“To dance to. That is all. I don’t have disco fever, if that’s what you’re implying,” Danny retorted.
“You dance?” Steve asked, glancing over at his new partner. He had been surprised by the man every day for the past two weeks, since he’d persuaded Danny to join the newly organized Hawaii Five-0 task force.
“Of course I dance. Why wouldn’t I dance? You think I have two left feet?”
“You tore your ACL chasing Victor Hesse,” Steve had to point out which only made Danny want to hit him that much more with his cane.
“I was chasing you,” Danny corrected. “You were chasing Hesse. I did not want to be the only one left alive to explain to Governor Jameson why you caused an international incident by illegally boarding a Chinese freighter.”
“Appreciate your concern,” Steve said.
To Danny’s surprise, the other man was laughing. At least he was laughing inside. Maybe Danny had misjudged Steve. Maybe he wasn’t the total hard ass he wanted everyone to believe him to be. “What’s on your playlist, SuperSEAL? Besides the Navy Hymn of course. Oh, and the Star Spangled Banner.”
“You’d be surprised,” Steve said, glancing over at Danny, his thoughts mostly concealed. But if Danny weren’t so busy trying to hold onto his hate of all things Steve, he would not have been able to ignore the hint of promise in Steve’s tone.