She stared into his eyes.
“I love you, Shaman. Knock them dead—not literally. I’m a little busy here to hide the bodies. That’s on you and Raph if it happens.”
He actually laughed.
That would be just their luck.
To keep it moving, Ethan went to Gene, hugged him, and gave him a kiss, too.
“I love you. I’m leaving you in charge of them. Good luck with that,” he joked.
Oh, great.
That was a terrible job.
This family was a nightmare.
Why did he feel like Ethan suddenly hated him to saddle him with that?
Only, before he could say anything, Elizabeth went there.
“Try me, Gene. See what happens.”
He simply snorted.
Silence, in this case, was golden.
Ethan went to the other two men to kiss them, too, and like a big chicken, he escaped.
“Pussy!” Callen yelled, knowing exactly what he was doing.
Someone was running for his life, and honestly, he couldn’t blame him.
Chris was testy.
There was just laughter as Raphael closed the door—and that laughter was from Ethan, safely out of Chris’ lecture’s reach for the time being.
Without a word, the only doctor in the room continued clearing them.
Next, he checked out Elizabeth, and he wasn’t saying shit as he did it.
That coldness told the tale.
“Just yell,” she said. “It’s better to just tell us, and let us work through it,” she said, as he checked her shoulder.
And he did.
“I’m annoyed. I don’t like seeing the people I love hurt. I really hate it,” he admitted. “It rattles me, and it makes me really unhappy to see something happen to you guys. This could have been far worse. Ethan could have been paralyzed. You are literally one hit to the melon away from scrambled eggs.”
She kissed him on the lips.
“Hey, I know,” she said. “Only, we have really good luck. The guy was literally protecting flowers,” she said. “He wasn’t a nutjob with a gun. We gotta take the wins as they come,” she admitted.
He sighed.
“I know. I’m just tired of seeing the people I love being patched back up. It’s been a long twenty-plus years doing this. It wears a person down.”
She hugged him.
