Daniel Webber The Dirt Novels & Stories

Just a tired candidate with mud on her boots and control in her bones. “She could be good,” Daniel said. “If they let her live long enough to be chosen.” “We will.” I looked at him. “That sounded personal.” “It is.” He paused. “I’m tired of cleaning up after men who call control tradition.” “So am I.” Rain slid from the edge of the tent between us. Daniel looked like he wanted to say something else. Then he chose not to. I respected that. Back at the clinic, the rogue ash report was waiting. Caleb had rushed the analysis.

Daniel drove to his favorite hotel and as soon as he stepped down from his car, he was surrounded by some press men who had sighted him and followed him "Sir, what do you have to say about your wife's betrayal?" "Why do you think she cheated on you?" Daniel paused and glared at them, "get the fuck outta my way" he snarled and they shivered at the look on his face, Daniel's face fell on the name crested on the shirt of one

Jake prods Daniel with his beer bottle and receives two fingers on one hand and one on the other as a response. “You’re riding dangerously close to a Hunter free existence. Then we’ll see which dude is crying into his Hagen Das. We all know that Mr. Smooth Carrero. has the biggest man crush on me.” Daniel picks up a beer, mock throws his hair back like a woman and flutters his eyelashes.