Page 171 of Assassin

“The drinks. I meant the drinks. You know, sex on the beach with an umbrella in it and fruit?”

Blackhawk lifted a brow.

Oh, he didn’t believe that for a damn second.

“Don’t make me mean, Reaper.”

The man laughed.

“Man, chill out. She’d kick my ass. Who are we kidding?” he asked. “She’s attached to you. You’re the love of her life blah, blah, blah.”

Ethan laughed, but inside, he was all turmoil.

Why?

Gene.

He’d only spent two days with him, and that lure of him…it was already difficult. He’s never cheat on his wife or Chris, but he knew one thing.

He might still be in love with the man.

That was a problem.

A big one.

Elizabeth took the phone back so she could handle this call.

“What do I do with the bombs?” he asked.

Well, not play with them.

That was for damn sure.

“Uh, get it out of there. Call Maura, but if I know her, she’s going to want you to hold onto them.”

He was appalled.

“HOLD ONTO IT? Like put it in my pocket and walk around with my dick about ready to blow off with Russian incendiary devices next to it?”

She snorted.

“You’re literal. Call in backup and head to the new location to report in. I’m heading there too. I’ll be landing in two hours. Meet me outside.”

He could do that.

“I’ll ditch the bodies, and clean up the mess before so no one smells rotting Russian.”

Yeah, no one needed that.

She preferred NOLA to smell like good coffee and gumbo.

“Thanks, Reaper.”

He wasn’t done.

“Oh, and tell your people how goddamn lucky they got.”

She was aware.

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