Chris looked over.
“Did you mean someone grabbed?” he asked.
Callen grinned.
“No, I like a good elevator fondle. Someone grab it,” he stated again.
It made Gene laugh.
“You’re not even lowkey about it anymore,” he stated, as Raphael grabbed Callen’s ass.
It was fair game since he asked them to, right?
“I didn’t mean you, Raph,” he said, laughing. “I was talking to one of my spouses—not someone else’s spouse.”
The Archangel shrugged.
“My bad. Don’t put it out there then,” he joked, trying to keep it light.
Why?
They were almost to the finish line.
As the doors opened, people were in the lobby, and of course, they all stared at them.
No.
Shock.
There.
That was just part of their life.
“This way,” Uriel said, as he was in front, leading the way, and Raphael was in the back, covering their flank.
As they headed down the hallway, Elizabeth made small talk.
“When this is over, let’s fly home. I miss my kids,” she said, knowing that wasn’t necessary since their kids were there.
Ethan agreed.
“I miss them too. Willa asked Dad where we were, and I want to get home to her.”
Gene was holding Ethan’s hand, and he’d do whatever they all wanted to do. Nothing made him happier than spending time with their kids.
“I’m mid-model with EJ, so I’ll be more than happy to get out of this monkey suit, and head home. Uncle Gene promised him that we’d finish it,” he said in the third person.
Oh, he had no idea.
Soon, he’d be with the kids, and no longer Uncle Gene.
At the conference ballroom door, Ethan stopped and glanced over.
“Can I talk to you for a second?” he asked Gene, putting their plan into place.
The man smiled.
“Sure, Baby. What’s going on?” he asked.
