May the Great Spirit and his wife have mercy on his soul when he did make that call. She was going to be pissed off.
“Thank you,” he said. “You don’t know how much I appreciate it.”
But he did.
A lot.
“So, the boss is coming here?” Jagger asked, now looking at his watch.
Ethan sighed.
“Yeah, so play dumb. If she finds out that I called you, she’s going to be angsty, but she’s tired, and I’m scared shitless. We all are. Chris, Callen, Gene, and I made this decision together, so our couch is going to be damn crowded. We want you to intercede, even if you have to do it on the DL while she’s blissfully unaware. I’ll filter intel to you so you can hunt behind the scenes if necessary.”
Oh, shit.
That was serious.
Going that far behind her back was a territory that was going to do more than get him humping a couch. It was going to get him divorced.
That could be seen as betrayal, and they knew it. Elizabeth didn’t like shit like that.
“Well, then, we need to get ready for her arrival. Call us,” Maura stated. “We’ll handle it. I promise.”
Ethan just nodded.
Then, the call went dead.
And Jagger did one thing.
That whistle said it all.
They were going to be busy in the near future.
With Von in hiding, and now the Blackhawk storm, it was about to be tricky up in here.
That was for damn sure.
Chapter Two
Damascus
The Baron’s Mansion
Home Base
Same Day
To say that the house was filled with tension would be an understatement. All four of the men were edgy, and that was definitely adding to the energy there. Normally, someone would be the levelheaded one and be able to talk the others down.
Or add in some levity when needed, but unfortunately, that was beyond the point now.
No one was excited that the woman they loved was out in the world, and they were locked down for their safety.
Each and every one of them was more than willing to sacrifice themselves for Elizabeth.
It was why their marriages worked.
No one was more important, or less important.
