Now, he only had to calm his partner down and get him to work a case with some help.
Or they weren’t getting out of here anytime soon.
Call it a hunch.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
Callen’s Cabin
Same Time
He got a ride back to his place for one reason. He was done dealing with this disaster tonight.
Callen was a mess.
His gut was raw, and he felt absolutely miserable about how it had gone down.
Only, he was doing it for his brother, or that was what he was telling himself. There was no doubt he was trying to justify it to himself.
Only, the truth was the truth.
Right?
Ethan would never be good here, and someone had to force him away from this place.
Deep down, Callen was likely doing it for himself, too. After seeing Ethan, he was unsettled.
And his heart hurt.
There was a piece of him that had always been in love with him, and had he not been his brother, things might have been different long ago.
How did he know?
Because emotions and feelings were now entering the chat.
Back then, he felt safe around Ethan because he didn’t like men. Now that Callen knew his brother did go both ways, it drew feelings to the surface that he wasn’t willing to deal with.
Like how seeing his brother in the throes of sex turned on his libido.
It shouldn’t, but it did.
That was something he fought daily.
In fact, Callen was fighting the demons of his past, and worried that the rapes that he endured as a child had broken him in some way.
Is that what made him attracted to his brother?
All Callen knew was that couldn’t happen. Letting Ethan stay around would be a mess.
He’d bet on it.
So, he’d done the right thing.
Hadn’t he?
Despite Ethan’s anger and how he’d hurt him, he was trying to save him.
As he walked around his place, he hated that it smelled like Ethan’s cologne. It had that woodsy smell that he knew was his. Opening the windows, he tried to flush it out.
