Somehow, he didn’t think that would ever happen. That possibility seemed further and further away—especially since he knew Ethan was now with someone.
A.
MAN.
Callen was still coming to grips with that, even as he was also struggling with the jealousy of Ethan loving someone else.
Even as just his brother.
What wouldn’t Callen do to have his brother back?
As he was thinking, when someone came into his office, he glanced up.
“Hey,” he said to his deputy as he stopped in front of his desk. “What’s up?”
The man laughed.
Oh, there was a lot going on.
“The rez is stirred up. Word on the street is there’s a Blackhawk running around. Literally.”
Well, the jig was up.
It was clear word had spread like polo on a blanket.
He knew who wasn’t running around. Wyler was out hunting, Timothy didn’t run, and Callen was sitting at work. That left only one Blackhawk left.
“Yeah, he’s back.”
His deputy whistled anyone of their age knew about Ethan Blackhawk. He’d been a bad boy gone wild in his youth, and legend among all the other males on the reservation.
“Where’s Kaya Cheek? You know how she’s going to home in on your brother to try and take a ride.”
Callen knew what his grandfather had told him. Ethan was taking men for a ride now. Then again, if he and his boyfriend broke up…
He hoped she didn’t get her claws into him.
“Where is she at?” he asked, willing to cut that walking STD off at the pass. If she got her claws into Ethan, Timothy would go off and make a mess.
Bet.
On.
It.
He laughed.
“She gets off work in two hours. So, wherever your brother is,” the deputy offered. “Lock him down.”
Oh, he would.
He might not be able to do it, but he knew the mad meddler would. Kaya Cheek feared Timothy, and with good reason. He could, and would, make her life miserable.
Until the old man got wind of it, Callen would have to block any passes at him. Could he throw her in jail for twenty-four hours for shits and giggles?
Well, he would.
Desperate times called for desperate measures.
