His heart broke for her.
“We have you, Summer,” he said. “He’s not hurting you today,” he admitted, cutting the ties around her wrists and ankles before helping her into the coat.
Gene jerked his head.
“Get her out of here. We’ll handle the scene,” he said. “His car is outside. Put her in that and call backup. We’re not on the reservation,” he admitted.
Scooping the woman up, he faced the two agents. It looked like they’d delivered on their promise to find the person.
Ethan was cuffing him as he was out cold.
“Thanks for helpingDamascus,” he said. “I hope you come to peace with it one day and come back. I can tell this place makes you uncomfortable.”
Yeah, don’t place bets on that.
Instead of saying anything, Ethan just laughed as the man walked out carrying the only victim they were able to save.
It wasn’t what they wanted, but it would have to do. Someone was going home tonight, at least.
Well, beside them.
Coming back here…
No, thank you.
What in the hell kind of craziness would have to happen for him to willingly come back to this town to face his past?
Yeah, no.
“Well, so, good job not shooting anyone,” Gene said, busting his ass as he sent a text to Greyson to tell him it was handled.
Oh, and that they were going to take a little vacation.
Skiing.
It was only fair since their trip to Puerto Rico had been work-related, and now this was too.
As usual, Blackhawk was amused.
“You should talk. You aren’t supposed to be carrying a gun. Someone likes to break the rules as much as I do,” he admitted.
Gene shrugged.
“Sharing is caring, Boo, and I didn’t shoot him. I knocked the stuffing out of him, or better yet, it was Agent Cantrell, in the kitchen, with the casted arm. God. Now I want to go home and whip your ass in Clue.”
That amused him.
“Boo, huh? You know I let you win, right? I think I’m going to have to assert my dominancy next time we play the game.”
There was no one he’d rather lose his title to than this man. That would be worth it.
Dropping his arm around the man he loved, he kissed him on the temple.
“You’re definitely my boo. What do you say we screw the detective over, and make him do all the paperwork? I’d like to handle a few things before we cut out tomorrow. I need to make reservations so we can not hit the slopes and instead get naked in a chalet. Fuck skiing. I’m a walking disaster and don’t need to break my other arm.”
Well, that sounded…cozy.
Blackhawk held out his ringed hand and admired the band on his finger. Over the last hours, he caught himself checking it out.
