“So, you’re his lover.”
That hung there.
Gene was good at playing poker. God knew he had to do it all of the time when it came to questioning criminals, but he also knew what Ethan had told him.
Lying to the Shaman was problematic for a few reasons and just made the outcome worse.
So, he would keep that in mind.
Along with that knowledge, the words…
It hadn’t been a question, but a statement. It appeared that the jig was up.
Yeah, he wasn’t denying Ethan to his own family. That seemed like a horrible idea on a good day, and today wasNOTa good day.
It was the opposite.
“I prefer partner and boyfriend, but yes, I’m his lover too,” he stated, marking his territory.
Now, he had to hope the man would help him. Tearing this place apart as he searched for Ethan would take a lot of time. His next stop would be the police station, since he knew Ethan’s brother was the Chief of Reservation Police.
It appeared the game began.
“He left abruptly, and I’ve come to get him and bring him home.”
That said everything but gave nothing away. Gene made sure to keep his voice neutral. Again, the woo-woo shit made him twitchy, and Ethan had assured him that Timothy was all woo-woo, all of the time.
The man said nothing.
Timothy watched him with dark eyes, and it made Gene feel like...prey.
It was unsettling.
It was also what he’d expected. Gene doubted they called him the Shaman because he looked good in all of his ceremonial robes.
Then again, maybe he did.
The Blackhawks were all attractive. There were none as pretty as Ethan, though.
Finally, Timothy spoke.
“It’s cold out. Come in, and we shall talk,” he said, leaving him standing there in his wake.
Well, why not?
It appeared he was going to be meeting the Shaman solo. Hopefully, this went well. This wasNOThow he wanted to meet Ethan’s family, but then again, he hadn’t wanted to chase his‘lover’across the country either in some scavenger hunt.
Since he wanted to know where Ethan was, it appeared that all roads went through Timothy.
Here.
Went.
Everything.
Following the man inside, he was assaulted with the smell of something cooking in the crockpot on the counter. It reminded him that he was running on coffee and airport snacks.
He made a mental note to feed Ethan when he found him. There was no doubt he’d forgotten to eat, like usual. If he was hungry, he knew his man would be too.
