Going to the bathroom door, he pushed it open and headed toward the shower curtain. It was time to figure out who he’d fucked last night, and how bad this was going to be.
Peeking around the side, he saw something he hadn’t expected to see.
Ethan.
Well, shit.
“Uh…”
At the sound of his voice, his brother turned around as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair.
“Well, look who is up. How you feeling, dumbass?” he asked.
Callen lifted a brow.
“Pardon?”
When his hair was shampoo-free, Ethan hit the water and grabbed the towel he’d worn from his room across the hall.
Yeah, he’d classed the place up by walking naked in a towel across a hotel hallway to shower in his brother’s bathroom—a brother who confessed his feelings last night.
You couldn’t get classier than that in their world.
“I’m guessing you don’t recall last night,” he said, grateful for that.
Now, if he could just erase his memory, and Gene’s, it would be a better day. Only, Blackhawk wasn’t lucky like that.
Not.
At.
All.
At his brother’s words, Callen’s heart was racing.
He didn’t.
But he was in his underwear and Ethan was naked in the shower. There were no women here, or Gene. It was only them. He began trying to put it together.
“No.”
Ethan dried his hair and then tied it back.
“What do you recall?” he asked.
If possible, he was taking Callen’s confession to his grave. Now, he just needed to see what the man remembered.
Callen thought about it.
“I had a fight with you over three bodies, and then I got a ride home. I saw your letter and then started drinking.”
Yeah, well, that letter was gone.
Ethan took it back when he’d left the man’s home. He didn’t need that haunting Callen.
Or him.
“What else?” he asked.
