If it was Sasha, she’d regret it.
Trust.
That.
If it was the men, he’d figure it out. What he knew about Ethan was he bled blue and gold, and he was ambitious as fuck.
Was this a legit relationship?
Or would he take the bait and leave Cantrell in the dust?
That would tell him all he needed to know about if they could be trusted to be a team. If it was legit, he’d look the other way.
Because for the last year, Ethan had been abducted, and Gene now had too.
Were they even on their game?
He was beginning to think they weren’t.
“How is your partner?” Gabe asked, sitting behind his desk.
Ethan kept it cool.
There was no way he’d show his hand to this man.
Bet.
On.
That.
“He’s good. I’m sorry that I’m late. He had surgery, and I wanted to make sure he was released and back on a flight home before I headed here.”
Gabe nodded.
He was curious about what he’d just said. As a once profiler himself, Gabe knew how to break the best of them, and this man was definitely that.
“Where is home?” he asked.
Ethan didn’t like being mind-fucked, and he knew that was Gabe’s thing.
Well, that and ruining agents with his games.
If he ever got to his position, he’d never do that. It would be cut, dry, and to the point.
“Where you’ve put us, Deputy Director,” he stated. “InPhiladelphia. Isn’t that the correct answer? Should I be calling another place home?”
Oh, someone was pissed and spicy.
It was time to dig.
Gabe opened his file.
“I’ve gotten Greyson’s report, and they match, word for word. Is there anything you’d like to report in addition to this? Like how long you were in Puerto Rico?” he asked.
Ethan knew that if he lied, the game would begin. He knew that Gabe was a jerk who would use anything he could to break a person.
That’s why he came alone.
