Callen hated himself.
A.
Lot.
“He’s gone,” he admitted. “For good. He’s not coming back either, Kaya.”
She pouted.
Of course, she did.
“That’s not fun,” she said, taking the bottle of Jack from him, and drinking some. “I see you’re having a party. Need company?” she asked.
He went to say no.
But that’s not what came out.
Not.
Even.
Close.
“Get in here and get naked,” he said, grabbing her by the arm and yanking her into the cabin.
Her laughter said it all.
Callen Whitefox was fucked.
In the worst possible way, too.
History was about to repeat itself.
Chapter Eight
The Coffee Shop
Meet-Up
Strategy Time
The entire ride there, Ethan was silent. He was so goddamn quiet that Gene couldn’t even hear him breathing. The man was locked up so tight, and there was no way he was going to make this easy on himself, or his brother.
So, Gene had to help.
Honestly, he had to do something before they got fucked seven ways to Sunday. When you weren’t focused, and working a case, you got hurt.
Case in point, his last rodeo with a cuckoo.
“We need to talk about it,” Gene said. “When you go quiet, you’re not able to function. I’m on desk duty, EJ. You’re carrying this one. I need you to work through this and get it off of your chest.”
Ethan looked over.
“He told me there was nothing here for me, and he never wanted to see me again. He told me to leave and never come back. I just opened up in that note I left him. I just…”
Gene put his hand on his thigh.
Yeah, but there was something that Ethan wasn’t figuring out on his own. The trauma from his past, and the wounds were too fresh.
