Always.
“You don’t say?” she asked, amused.
Honestly, her husband wasn’t telling her anything she didn’t already know.
She was, after all, hyper-aware of her surroundings. That was one of her superpowers.
Thank.
Freaking.
God.
Chris was to the point.
“What you choose to do with that information, Elizabeth, is your choice,” Chris said. “You’re welcome.”
She snorted.
“Thanks, handsome. I’ll keep it on the back burner,” she said. “I love you.”
Oh, he loved her too.
“Be careful,” he offered, and then cut the call.
Before she could say anything, Callen went there.
“You’re going to play Cupid, aren’t you?” he asked, expecting her to.
She shook her head.
“Actually, I’m not.”
EVERYONEstared at her.
Ivan looked up, and even he was staring from the rearview mirror.
Uriel turned around in his seat, and even Raphael radioed in over the com.
“She’s kidding, right?” he asked. “Because that might be one of the signs of the apocalypse—a horseman, perhaps.”
That amused her.
They were all funny.
“Yes, you heard me right. I’m doing nothing. They don’t work for me yet, and they are already partners. What do you want me to do? Staple their mouths together until they admit they like each other? The universe put them together. I like to work on the hard cases. If she’s not interested, she’s not interested. She knows best.”
Ethan chimed in, explaining that it might not be that simple for Tora.
“She was a stripper who likely was manipulated and abused by men,” he said. “She ran away from home, so if she’s anti-man, it might be in the best interest for her not to go there. If it’s meant to be, it’ll be.”
Elizabeth pointed at him.
“See? I can read a room, guys. Don’t worry about me forgetting how to do that.”
When her phone chimed again, she pulled it back out of her pocket, to find there was a text from Alex.
Her team was doing its thing.
