Page 246 of Sticks and Stones
“God, I love being with you,” he admitted. “You make my world perfect. I was an idiot to think you’d leave me behind. I can’t wait until we retire one day, Mr. Blackhawk. I want to put a ring on it, and not that kind of ring.”
That made Ethan’s heart skip.
It was clear that the little hooker episode fixed what had been brewing. Who knew that would have happened?
A hooker being helpful?
“Oh, well, I could say the same. Maybe you and I can take a night and get away. I could use a date night,” he admitted.
That was something he’d work on.
Gene wanted that in the worst way. It wouldn’t bePuerto Rico, but it would still be amazing.
“Maybe I can make up for Tala never being able to get truly dirty inBull’s Biker Barwith you.”
The whole time, Gene pictured it.
“Deal,” he said, as the door opened, and they headed out and toward the rooms.
The sign on the wall said‘suites’, and it looked like they were meeting their mystery texter in a nicer place.
Not that there were any cheap rooms here.
That was for damn sure.
Money bought privacy and anonymity. So there was no shock they were meeting there. This place was the epitome ofwealth inPhilly, and the people who worked here were known to keep their mouths shut.
And turn to look the other way.
Hell!
They could have brought all the hookers in here, and no one would have said shit.
At the door, they slid their key card through the scanner, and the light blinked green. Immediately, Gene put Ethan behind him.
Just in case.
Oh, and his partner knew what he was doing, too. He rolled his eyes.
Gene was going to be Gene, and he had threatened to kiss a hooker, so he gave him this one.
When they went into the room, the lights were on, and no one seemed to be there.
They thought that until a figure stepped out of the corner, surprising Gene.
He pulled his gun and trained it on the man.
“Don’t move,” he said, as he took in the scene. The dude was in all black, had tattoos on his arms, and a gun at his hip. On his head, he was wearing a mask, the ski kind, but on it, there was a skeleton skull.
Well, this was interesting.
“You can put your gun down, Agent. I’m who you’re meeting,” the man said.
Gene didn’t recognize his voice, and he certainly didn’t recognize the tats on his flesh that were showing.
The man had a flag and dog tags on one arm, and that clued him in.
This was definitely a military guy.
