His partner laughed.
“Hey, now. Karma got me,” he said, pulling on his coat as he was referring to his casted arm.
Callen was skeptical.
“Really?” he asked. “You want to help me?” he inquired, as if there was going to be a trick—more so than him just escaping Timothy’s company.
This was Ethan.
After all.
He nodded.
“Yeah, because if they are Native, your office can’t handle it, and it comes to us anyway. I won’t tear the rez apart or make your life a living hell in the process. I don’t hate you to make your job miserable.”
Callen lifted a brow.
Well, Gene the miracle worker struck again—somehow.
Gene was looking at Timothy, and he didNOTlook happy. He was betting it was because they would likelyNOTbe getting out of there tomorrow. There was no doubt in his mind that the man was pushing Ethan’s buttons to do just that.
Apparently, the universe had a different plan.
Tag.
They were going to be it.
He could feel it in his balls.
“Okay, I’ll drive,” Callen said. “Unless you don’t want to be in the truck with me.”
Ethan didn’t care.
He was pulling his badge from his back pocket and putting it on his hip. Honestly, he’d rather deal with three dead bodies than his grandfather.
Truth.
This was his way out, and he was taking it. Even if they didn’t end up helping, he was getting out of here with Gene and wasn’t staying for dinner.
His gut said not to.
His anger was too close to the surface for the man who raised him. They needed space and time.
A LOT of space.
And a LOT of time.
“We can go together,” Ethan offered. “You’ll have to give us a ride back later.”
Callen could do that, or he could let his brother have his truck. In that moment, it felt all too…familiar.
Easy.
Calm.
That made him incredibly worried about letting his guard down again, and getting hurt by Ethan. This was a calmer man, but that storm could roll in pretty fucking fast.
He of all people knew that.
