“No, we’re just getting to the morgue here. We found out a few things, and wanted to make sure you’re good.”
Corbin laughed.
Why wasn’t he surprised?
That most definitely sounded like them.
Honestly, he didn’t mind the hovering.
“I’ll tell you now that I’m safe. There is no doubt in my mind that you and Dad wanted to make sure I wasn’t in danger. I know you two.”
Gene laughed.
Well, at least he was self-aware about that.
“The whippersnapper is at least cognizant of the situation,” he said. “And you’re not taking risks, are you?” he asked, hoping the man wasn’t.
If he was, they were going to ground him.
Yeah, they weren’t kidding about that.
“Because we’re tired, Crotch Goblin. Please say that you’re not acting a fool out there. You don’t have a gun,” Gene reminded him.
Oh, he was aware.
“I wish I did.”
Well, they had news for him.
“Greyson had to fly down to manage this office. He brought our guns, and he has yours too. We haven’t decided if you can have it back yet,” Gene admitted.
Corbin went to protest, but Will shut that down.
“Corby, they’re running this. If you need a gun, they’ll give you one,” he stated.
Corbin would have argued that, but he heard the tone in Will’s voice.
He.
Was.
Stressed.
Yeah, he wasn’t going to let the man he loved be freaked out over this. Will wasn’t a fan of guns, and he knew they made him twitchy.
So, he’d take one for the team.
He’d bend toward the FBI’s will.
Gene and Ethan knew best.
“I guess I can live with that,” Corbin admitted. “I’m safe here, anyway. Will is playing watchdog.”
His man laughed.
“I didn’t think I’d have to do that on vacation,” he admitted. “The ME was hitting on him. She thought he was pretty, and I was hoping I didn’t get into a bitch-slapping fight with her. Those nails were wicked and long.”
Gene sighed.
