It would be disastrous.
His partner didn’t even know he was gay. No one he worked with now at the FBI did, minus the Blackhawks.
This wasn’t going to work out.
Not.
At.
All.
He was going to have to do something drastic to avoid the feelings he had about the man.
Goddamn it, but this sucked.
Later, he was going to pull Elizabeth aside, and ask her to put him with someone else before he did something stupid like fall for a guy he couldn’t have, and who wouldn’t ever fit into his world thanks to his past.
Elizabeth had to save him from this.
Put him with Duke.
With Axl.
Hell!
Put him with the Devil himself.
Anyone but this man.
He didn’t like the feelings there, and he knew they would only be one-sided.
There was no point. He’d made a vow to Will about how he’d never love anyone but him. If anything, he had to keep that vow since he’d not kept Will safe.
As he listened to the water from the bathroom, since the door was left open, Corbin thought about the man he loved and lost.
“Will, I still miss you. When does this hurt stop?” he asked. “When will it end? It’s been more than fifteen years, and I still hurt.”
As usual, there was no reply, and instead of saying anything else, Corbin let sleep win.
He slipped under.
And like he had for the countless times, he prayed he’d simply not wake up alone.
Again.
* * *The Blackhawk Family* * *
The Cemetery
Monday
Afternoon
Well, that sucked.
Someone packed one hell of a punch.
The hit to her body sent her, and Ethan flying. Fortunately, she was able to move enough that she landedbehind him, so he didn’t slam into the tombstone when they landed.
