“No, but it was close. I kicked in his office door, but it all ended well.”
Greyson hoped he was kidding.
“You did what?” he asked, not sure if the man was busting his ass or being serious.
With Gene, you never knew.
Oh, Gene found him amusing. Today was a weird day, and it was only starting.
“I said what I said. I’m on my way to catch a flight. Both Ethan and I will be back in-house by Monday. Gabe ordered us both back to Philadelphia.”
He.
Was.
Shocked.
Was he dreaming?
Did Gene somehow manage to soothe the Dragon Slayer and get Ethan his job back while not losing his own?
HOW?
“Do I ask how the fuck you pulled that off? He’s not dead in your trunk, right? You’re not parking the car in the airport garage for him to decompose, are you?”
He snorted.
“Where was that suggestion an hour ago?” he joked.
Then, he reassured him because the last thing he needed was Alice on a flight to wrangle him, and the woman was crazy enough to do it.
“No. Let’s just say that the agent I trust in this office had my back. She helped me talk some sense into him.”
Greyson was pretty sure Gabe didn’t have a lick of sense in him to be found. So, how that happened, no freaking clue.
“If you say so.”
Oh, he did.
“So, we’ll be back. Hold down the fort until then. I have to go get EJ.IFhe comes back. I don’t know what’s going on in his head because he has his phone off still.”
Greyson heard the tone.
“Don’t do something you’ll regret. Stay calm. Clearly, Ethan is going through it. You can’t be going through it too. One of you has to have some calm.”
Oh, well, that posed one question.
When exactly did Gene get to have his emotional breakdown? Because he had a sick fuck trying to poach his man, he’d been assaulted in an alley, shot in the chest, and who knew what was next?
If all of that wasn’t breakdown worthy for him, what exactly was?
That was the question.
And it was a doozy.
For.
Fucking.
