A hotel was a hotel, was a hotel.
Oh, and Alice could babysit Alice.
“Thanks,” Alex said, hanging up. “Working with Corbin is like working with a non-stop adventure. He’s funny. So far, I give him an A minus. He’s got shit taste in music, so he’s not allowed to pick that anymore,” he joked.
Alex stared at him.
“And you too. Is this an epidemic? Do people stop seeing people after a while? Or is that just me?” he asked, laughing despite it.
Ian grinned.
“Oh, you get used to it. Wait until she starts talking in third person or tongues.”
She elbowed him.
“Just let me know if there’s any problems. Corbin, you’re with us this weekend. Don’t forget.”
How could he?
Gene and Ethan were officially tying the knot, and only some people were aware.
Because loose lips sank ships.
There was no way he was missing hob-knobbing with the President of the United States at a wedding. Granted, he wasn’t taking a plus one because there never would be one of those again. A part of him wanted to invite Alex, but he didn’t want to make the man feel uncomfortable.
Or realize that he was gay.
That tended to ruin shit fast.
As for the president, he’d met Gabe a few times, when he was a Fed, but this was different.
He’d be there with bells on.
“Behave, and let me know if Ian sends you out,” she said, done with checking in.
Now that she’d handled that, Elizabeth gave them both fist bumps, and they moved through the bullpen to the exit. The next stop was the lounge, and it had been made into a place for her Marines.
Inside, they were sitting there, watching the news, playing cards, and having coffee.
She helped herself, and grabbed a cookie.
Before she could say anything, Ivan gave her a heads-up as to what was going down.
“Demeter checked in. Raphael is on his way here with Ethan. Wyler and he had a blow-up, and he decided not to go into the smoke, whatever the fuck that means.”
She just listened.
You didn’t try to explain Shamanism to a bunch of Marines. They worshipped at the temple of theBOOM. That was their almighty.
They liked chaos as much as she did.
What they didn’t know wouldn’t make them freaked out.
“Anyway, Ethan did some weird shit and wandered to the cemetery.”
Not shocking.
“Burial grounds,” she corrected. “We whites have cemeteries. The Natives have burial grounds. They decorate them with ribbons and wind chimes. We ignore our ancestors and let the weeds take over.”
