For whom?
The two agents on vacation.
Or who had been on vacation.
Because that was officially over. Deep down, Gene knew this walk on the beach was about to bite him in the ass.
Call it a hunch.
Chapter Five
Philadelphia, PA
Early Sunday
Evening
When his phone rang, he was right in the middle of paperwork that he’d not gotten finished during the day. As of late, the office was chaotic, and Greyson Croft knew that was par for the course.
Honestly, he’d rather have a busy office than one where Gabe Rothschild was visiting and up his ass every day of the week.
No one wanted that.
NO.
ONE.
They were a little too conveniently located nearWashington DCfor his liking.
Answering his personal phone, he saw the number and was grateful that it wasn’t his boss, but instead one of his co-workers, and friends, checking in.
Thank God.
Only, it perplexed him as to why Gene would be calling him. The two men were in Puerto Rico, and they should be naked in a cabana somewhere.
That was what Gene said his plans entailed.
Oh, hell.
He hoped he hadn’t accidentally dialed him during some little sex moment.
That was something he didn’t want an update on.
“Yo. I hope you didn’t naked butt dial me,” he said, busting the man’s ass.
Oh, Gene wished.
Only, this wasn’t going to be a fun call for him, or for the man he was reporting it to. There was no way he was calling the local office before his own.
“I have a problem.”
Oh, Jesus.
How could they possibly have an issue? It was day one of their vacation.
“What happened?” he asked, almost hesitantly.
Gene was standing in the surf, and the only thing working to their advantage was it was dark out, and the beach didn’t have a lot of people on it.
