Becker reached out on impulse and caught one of Danny’s hands to still it. He lifted his eyes from their hands to his eyes and felt his features soften into a smile.
“It wasn’t open for negotiation,” he said, giving the hand in his a squeeze before letting go. His mind was made up; he wasn’t going to let Danny’s stubborness change that. Brown eyes narrowed, daring Danny to argue with him. “You’re staying."