“Well, we don’t pay for rent, so we can help your brother out. I don’t mind. Your family is my family,” he admitted.
Ethan was grateful.
That was just one more thing about Gene that Ethan loved. He was very compassionate, too.
It was a sexy thing.
Getting out of the vehicle, he stood there, and it wasn’t something he felt comfortable with either. Whenever he came here, there was this pull, and it bothered him.
But he’d run here, and now, he’d face the demons that plagued him. The big one being his grandfather.
But if he made one goddamn comment about Gene, or him not saddling himself with a Caucasian, Ethan was out of here, and he was taking his precious white man with him.
Bet.
On.
It.
“Come on,” he said. “Let’s go face the Shaman. I’m sure this is going to be interesting. It always is.”
That worked for him.
He was caught off guard again when Ethan held out his hand, wanting to connect them. At first, he was pretty sure he’d play it cool, but this was anything but that.
This was him trying to have a unified front.
Uh, okay.
Gene took his hand again, and together, they headed to the door. As they got onto the porch, Ethan knocked.
Then again, he’d do the same with his own parents if he ever went back.
Nah.
Who was he kidding?
He wasn’t going back ever.
Still, it was odd that a child had to knock on their‘parent’s’door to have access. That told him Ethan didNOTfeel comfortable here, or welcome.
Samesies.
Now, Gene was hoping no one did anything ridiculous to hurt the man beside him. He liked being respectful, until it became impossible to do just that.
When the door opened, it was Callen, and he was holding three bottles of open beer.
Oh, boy.
That said it all.
“The drunk isn’t around, so we get to have a beer. Consider yourself lucky,” he stated. “But then again, Wyler pops in at the worst times, so…”
Ethan just laughed.
“Thanks,” he said, taking the beer and slipping out of his coat to hang it up.
Gene followed suit.
