Tears filled his eyes, and as he was reaching for the hotel notepad in the nightstand drawer, his cell rang.
Oh, and he saw who it was.
TIMOTHY.
It appeared his time for hiding was over, and he was about to get the lecture.
Well, so be it.
He deserved it.
“Yes, Granddad?” he asked as he tried to eat some ice cream to coat his stomach. It was raw from bile and vomiting all night.
The man’s voice said it all.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
Callen laughed sardonically.
“No, I’m anything but okay,” he said softly. “I’m falling apart,” he admitted. “Please don’t bitch at me. I know what I did, and why I did it.”
Timothy wasn’t upset.
Not anymore.
Ethan had told him what had gone down, and Timothy just needed to make sure his other boy was okay. After talking to Ethan, he went back into the tipi and sat in the smoke. In it, he saw the truth.
They were back on track.
His eldest grandson would be okay. The man who came for him would right the path, and they had averted the bullet on this one.
Thank.
Freaking.
God.
As for Callen, he too, would be okay with some time. He just needed to hold on longer before everything played out.
“I’m not going to bitch at you, Callen James. I just want to make sure you’re okay. Do you need a ride home?” he asked. “And by home, I mean here. Kaya Cheek is on the prowl.”
Callen was a little shocked his grandfather wasn’t tearing him three new ones. That alone told him how bad this situation was for him to cut him a break.
“That’s where I was headed. I’ll call my deputy to come get me.”
Timothy stopped him.
“I’ll come get you.”
That shocked the shit out of him.
What the hell?
Was he dead?
He had to be dead.
There was no way Timothy Blackhawk, the Shaman, was going to sashay his assOFFthe rez to come pick him up when heNEVERleft.
