Timothy stared him in the eyes.
“Ridiculously hot, and out of your league. Oh, and did I mention that she doesn’t mind that you’re a pervert?”
Did someone like that really exist?
Well then….
Sign.
Him.
Up.
That sounded like a goddamn good time to him. What wouldn’t he do to have a hot woman who didn’t mind he had a drunken father and a slightly delusional old Native Shaman who couldn’t stop meddling?
Because the odds of finding that kind of tolerance wasn’t going to be in his favor.
“Well?” Timothy asked.
Callen made up his mind.
“Fine. I’ll leave Ethan alone, but someone should check on him. He was down bad like I’ve never seen him before.”
Wyler shook his head.
“Not it!” he said, quickly.
Timothy patted his son’s arm.
“Oh, don’t worry. You’re theLASTperson I’d send into the lion’s den,” he stated. “He’d eviscerate you with a look, and you’d go off the wagon and start drinking again. You go hunting. I need some venison, and that’s a productive place for you to be while Ethan is back here.”
That was all he had to hear.
He.
Was.
Out.
The one thing about Wyler was if you gave him the opportunity to avoid his responsibility, and conflict, he was taking it.
His son was back and something was wrong?
Of course, he was running for it.
“On it,” he said. “See you in a few days.”
As he got ready to leave, Callen rolled his eyes.
“Well, that tracks. Trouble came back, and Wyler’s first one out the door. Why am I not shocked that’s his decision? Did I really expect him to want to help one of his kids?”
The older man said nothing.
Yes, his son’s words hurt, but he knew that he and Ethan were like fire and gasoline. All he had to do was breathe around the man, and there was an explosion.
Ethan hated him for what happened to his mother, and he didn’t blame him.
He hated himself.
