“Corbin?” Gene asked, clarifying.
He nodded.
“Last we heard, he and Will were going to go spend some time together,” Gene said. “He’s going to try and get it up by getting his man off.”
Greyson kept his voice low.
“Is he still struggling?” he asked.
They both nodded.
“He’s not even touching his man,” Gene said, “so he’s going to try that in hopes it gets him back on the horse,” he admitted.
Normally, Gene wouldn’t say anything to anyone about someone’s sex life, but Corbin had said something to Greyson a few times.
It wasn’t like the man wasn’t aware. Corbin brought it up often, and he trusted his friends to catch him when he needed it.
He had an inner support circle, and they were it. They were his family and friends, and they loved him.
“Well, I hope that works out. At least he’s not wandering around acting a fool in the streets.”
That was the truth.
No one needed that.
NO.
ONE.
They didn’t have time to wrangle Corbin on top of this case, and trying to salvage their vacation. They’d lost a day because of it.
“I’m heading back, since you have everything under control here. I will say that the Feds on first shift hauled ass out of there this afternoon. Can you imagine leaving before two?”
Was he serious?
“In the afternoon?” Gene asked, laughing. “No. Maybe two in the morning.”
Yeah, exactly.
“They were going out for drinks at two in the afternoon and actually invited me. Who does that?”
Ethan raised his hand.
“That was my plan on my vacation. It was to get him drunk and disorderly,” he admitted. “We all see how this went down.”
Gene grinned.
“He’s good at plans. Only, now I’m just disorderly, and your problem, Grey, not his.”
Greyson just laughed.
Then, he patted them both on the back, and planned to catch a ride back to the office with the ME and agent.
“Don’t be fools either. Watch your backs. This killer is changing it up, and you guys are working the case—so he or she will know what’s going on.”
Yeah, they were aware.
Both of them were being very cognizant of anyone near them, and making a misstep.
