Because if there were two children going to end up there out of her brood, it was those two.
For.
Sure.
When she heard laughter, she turned around, and there was her husband.
Mr. Blackhawk was in the building.
Oh, and he was in a suit.
Now, she was curious, and a little turned on. The man could rock out some threads.
That was for sure.
“Uh, a suit, EJ?” she asked. “It’s our day off,” she said, motioning to her jeans and boots.
Oh, he was aware.
Only, he didn’t want to have to change again.
“I was in the smoke, and Granddad said you’re about to catch a case. I’m being proactive. I just dropped Callen at his office, and Gene is in at his desk. We’re assuming the old man is right again.”
She lifted a brow.
Only, Ivan went there first.
“So you’re taking the word of a man who has been dead almost fifteen years?” he asked. “While high as a freaking kite on Peyote?”
Ethan nodded.
“Yep. I’ve found, Ivan, in cases like this, it’s best not to question the woo-woo. The‘old man’in question gets spicy.”
That’s when they all heard windchimes.
In a room without any.
Ivan looked around, as did Saint, Raphael, and Uriel. That made them all twitchy. You could tell because every Marine’s hand went to their sidearm.
Elizabeth just laughed.
“Demeter said you took a little stroll.”
He shrugged.
“In the walk, I was wandering around with my mother. So, that’s likely why. Timothy was known to do that when he had a little too much herb in the pot. I may, or may not, have packed that pot full. I assumed it would be difficult to get Wyler where he needed to go.”
She stared into his eyes.
Oh, and she could tell that was a very true statement.
“You’d better wear sunglasses. Your pupils are dilated. Someone definitely shouldn’t be driving or pulling a gun.”
He wrapped his arm around her waist, and kissed her on the cheek.
“Raphael wouldn’t let me. He said something about you kicking his ass, and that sounds like you don’t trust my peyote’d driving skills. Which pedal makes the vroom-vroom go?” he asked, laughing.
She snorted.
