“Hi! We snuck onto the plane and tried to surprise them, but they knew we were following them. Gene is very observant. I’m sure he could handle this case.”
The man being talked about was appalled.
Well, no shit, he could handle it. The point was that he didn’tWANTto handle it. The only thing he wanted to handle was Ethan.
Before Corbin could talk Greyson into giving him more work, while on vacation, Gene grabbed the phone back and stared at Corbin like he’d lost his goddamn mind.
Because, clearly, he had.
“Are you insane?” he asked. “Really?”
Corbin just laughed.
“I was trying to be helpful. I’ll help you work it. In seven days, I’m going back to work helping you guys anyway. What’s the difference?”
Maybe he was even grateful that it wouldn’t be all-of-the-time sex, now.
Corbin could handle detecting.
Sexing, not so much.
Gene couldn’t even believe his ears.
What was the difference?
Well, maybe that they were on a well-deserved vacation, and needed it for their mental health—like he’d just told the man.
If he had to work, he’d lose his freaking nut.
Bet.
On.
It.
He pleaded.
“Grey, don’t do me dirty like this. I’ll shove this body back into the surf, toss my Native over my shoulder, and head back to my room. I’m not playing!”
Greyson wished he had another choice.
Only, he didn’t, thanks to that new policy by Director Moore.
“Gene, my hands are tied. You reported it in, and this is the office you work out of, currently. I have to assign people, even if I don’t want to do it.”
Gene wanted to cry, and he couldn’t believe this.
“Grey, come on!”
Again, he had no choice.
“We all answer to Director Moore, who laid down the law. It’s weird that the office there doesn’t know that they are missing an agent. I know I have to be on top of you guys twenty-four-seven.”
Ethan saw Gene’s face, and he was anything but amused. Oh, and he didn’t blame him.
“Again,” Corbin offered, “I can help…”
Ethan handled that.
