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Much.
Ethan Blackhawk had dated women before, and now, she’d have to figure out how to get him to talk.
And sleep with her.
Chapter Thirteen
The Condo
Saturday
Early Evening
When Greyson knocked on their door, they let him inside. He looked rattled, and that was anything but the norm. The man tended to be cool as a cucumber in most situations, so immediately, that worried Gene.
He hoped Gabe didn’t call him and tell him something horrifying about this case.
“Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Gene asked, keeping his voice low.
The man was honest.
“I have a serious problem, and I don’t know what to do about it,” he admitted.
Gene couldn’t imagine what was rattling his cage. He wasn’t the one meeting some anonymous text sender in a luxury hotel.
They were.
“What’s going on?” he asked, willing to help the man out.
Greyson shared.
“I went upstairs to change, and when I answered the door, thinking it was you or Ethan, Sasha was there. She came in and dropped her coat. She was in her birthday suit, looking for love in all the wrong places—my condo.”
Gene lifted a brow.
“Didn’t you tell her you were done banging that drum?” he asked.
Greyson nodded.
“Yeah, two weeks ago, but I may or may not have gotten back on the runaway train a few days ago.”
Oh, boy.
“But just now, I told her it was a bad idea to sleep with someone I work with, and I was aborting that mission. I had to tell her directly that we’re done having sex. She looked…worried.”
Gene was curious.
“And?”
“Well, clearly, she’s not taking no for an answer and didn’t believe me last time since I was an idiot and caved. I hope she gets the picture. I said over as of today, and I meant over.”
He laughed.
“You have some interesting problems,” he admitted, glad he was in a relationship with the man he planned on marrying one day. The dating pool was a swamp.
Oh, Greyson was well aware.
“The whole thing has me rattled. While normally, I’d appreciate her creativity, now I’m kinda freaking the fuck out because the vibe was way off.”
