Page 235 of Affair
“I mean, Chris helped. His company does business there. Leonard Industries has a mansion with a private beach that he and Elizabeth have used a few times when they were younger.”
Well, sign him up.
That was all he had to say.
“I did something else.”
He wasn’t sure what he was planning.
“I also didn’t pack you swim trunks. I kinda would like to lie naked on the private beach with you.”
He laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
“I hope you don’t mind.”
Gene dropped the bag of beignets onto the nightstand, and rolled with Ethan against him. When he got him to his back on the mattress, Gene began giggling like an idiot.
“Mind?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows lecherously. “Ethan Blackhawk, my soon-to-be-husband, I don’t mind. In fact, there’s one thing I have to say to it.”
Ethan lifted a brow.
He felt better now, and both of them deserved this break.
“What?” he asked.
“Kidnap me. I insist.”
Thank god he’d done just that.
Chapter Fifteen
Area Fifty-Two
Evening
Regrouping Time
The whole way back to the concrete spectacle that they called their lair, Jagger tried to talk his wife out of going swamp spelunking. In fact, he’d begged, offered to shave his head bald, and do anything else that might convince her.
The whole time, Maura wasn’t having it.
She just shook her head, and Jagger was left cranky, having lost that battle.
The rest of the team tried to talk him down from the ledge, but Jagger was Jagger, and that was never going to change.
Clearly.
“I just think my wife should stay inside where she’s safe,” Jagger said, and that was met with a chorus of amusement over the coms.
From whom?
Dakota.
And.
