Gene paused.
“Uh, is he still there?” he asked, not sure how he felt about that. They’d just defiled the man’s couch.
If Corbin humped his man on their couch, he’d be buying a new couch.
After he beat his ass.
“No, but I don’t know how long he was there. He left something on the window.”
Gene turned around and saw the window not far away in the kitchen. On it, there was a heart drawn in the condensation and snow.
Oh, well, that was going to make dinner hella awkward, now, wasn’t it?
Someone got quite the show. Gene had been so involved he’d not heard a car or footsteps on the deck behind the house.
OOF.
“We can…,” he began, willing to bail on dinner so they could avoid that.
Only, surprisingly, Ethan stopped him.
“No. I told you because I don’t want secrets. I want a relationship we are both invested in. I know voyeurism is my kink, so I felt obligated to tell you.”
Gene was honest.
“Baby, I don’t care if the whole world watches me bone my man. I won the hot-Native-man lottery. I’m okay that he got the peepshow of his life. I’ll do it again.”
Ethan laughed.
“Ah, now you know why I’m hot for Daddy.”
Gene tucked his hair behind his ears again.
“That being said, this is Callen’s home, and we just disrespected it. So, we are not staying here tonight.”
Ethan understood that.
What he hadn’t expected came next.
“I want off the reservation,” Gene stated. “We’ll stay inDamascusand get our flights home tomorrow. You being here is a bad idea.”
Oh, he was aware.
He was haunted.
And hunted.
“You won’t get any arguments from me.”
Good.
That was the last thing he needed after the last two days. It had been a rough-ass week.
That was for damn sure.
Gene wanted to make sure of one thing.
“Are you going to be okay at dinner?” Gene asked. “After that?” he inquired, pointing at the window.
