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convention?” Then they both laughed over that one. Nothing ever happened in Cypress Grove that anyone would want to gather to discuss.
“My grand'mere called me. Cordelia is missing.” She didn’t miss that he flinched and then buried it. Something wasn’t right, or she was just hanging out with the Blackhawks a little too much and was bordering on paranoid. “She said she filed a report.”
“I didn’t check any of the reports before duty today. What can I do to help you find her? Is the FBI stepping in to work her disappearance?”
There was more hesitation in his voice, and this time she was sure of it. Desdemona’s gaze flickered over at her phone, and it was lighting up again. “No, I’m here on my own. I just want to see if she ran off with someone she was shacking up with, or if we need to be worried. THEN I’ll see if I can get the FBI to intervene.” Desdemona didn’t doubt that she could get Elizabeth and Ethan Blackhawk to help. Well, that was before she lied to them, skipped out on work, and did the opposite that they all wanted her to do. Oh, then toss in how she blatantly disobeyed their brother. It all made her feel like she was nothing more than a child. Her temper began to flare over the mere idea that the man liked to boss her around like she was three.
“Well, how about I stop by your grand'mere’s late r after shift and see if I can assist you in anyway?” Jonathan Delray offered, feeling bad for the woman. He remembered when her mother went missing over two decades ago, and now she was faced with that all over again. The family seemed to be cursed.
“Jonathan, I can’t tell you how much I’d appreciate that.” It was nice to have a familiar face on her side in Cypress Grove.
“Go on, head on out to the house. I’m sure your grand'mere is torn up about all this.”
Desdemona hugged her old high school acquaintance. “I’ll see you later, Jonathan, and thank you for offering to help me find my sister.”
He nodded, watching her climb back into the Mercedes. As soon as she pulled away his heart pounded in his chest. Jonathan Delray was sick to his stomach over the entire thing, and there were plenty of good reasons for that.
* * *
The ride back to the development that they all called home was a silent one. Little CJ was asleep in his car seat in the back, and Callen stared silently out the window, lost deep in his thoughts. Elizabeth reached over and took his hand in hers, and immediately they twined fingers, like they always did.
It was just their thing and probably always would be. They didn’t know why it happened or where it came from, but it just seemed comfortable between them.
“Want to talk about it?” she prodded, breaking the silence to pull him out of the funk, he was drowning in helplessly.
Callen didn’t know how much to tell her. It wasn’t fair that he dumped all his emotional baggage all over Elizabeth , all the time.
“Cal, you know you can come to me anytime. That’s why I’m here.” Elizabeth was the keeper of all his secrets, good, bad and scary.
“I know, Lyzee. I just think I fucked everything up this time.” No, not think. He was pretty damn sure it was all falling through his fingers like sand at the beach.
Elizabeth hated to see him this miserable, and she felt partially to blame. Maybe there was something she could have done differently to help them both through the issues that were obviously going on behind closed doors. She felt the tension and she could have intervened sooner.
“I don’t think Desdemona wants to marry me anymore.”
Elizabeth listened and just continued to hold his hand securely in hers, linking them together.
“Whenever I bring up the wedding, she pushes back that I’m rushing her. That she isn't ready, or any other excuse that she can toss out there. I don’t think she’s happy with our arrangement.”
“Has
“My grand'mere called me. Cordelia is missing.” She didn’t miss that he flinched and then buried it. Something wasn’t right, or she was just hanging out with the Blackhawks a little too much and was bordering on paranoid. “She said she filed a report.”
“I didn’t check any of the reports before duty today. What can I do to help you find her? Is the FBI stepping in to work her disappearance?”
There was more hesitation in his voice, and this time she was sure of it. Desdemona’s gaze flickered over at her phone, and it was lighting up again. “No, I’m here on my own. I just want to see if she ran off with someone she was shacking up with, or if we need to be worried. THEN I’ll see if I can get the FBI to intervene.” Desdemona didn’t doubt that she could get Elizabeth and Ethan Blackhawk to help. Well, that was before she lied to them, skipped out on work, and did the opposite that they all wanted her to do. Oh, then toss in how she blatantly disobeyed their brother. It all made her feel like she was nothing more than a child. Her temper began to flare over the mere idea that the man liked to boss her around like she was three.
“Well, how about I stop by your grand'mere’s late r after shift and see if I can assist you in anyway?” Jonathan Delray offered, feeling bad for the woman. He remembered when her mother went missing over two decades ago, and now she was faced with that all over again. The family seemed to be cursed.
“Jonathan, I can’t tell you how much I’d appreciate that.” It was nice to have a familiar face on her side in Cypress Grove.
“Go on, head on out to the house. I’m sure your grand'mere is torn up about all this.”
Desdemona hugged her old high school acquaintance. “I’ll see you later, Jonathan, and thank you for offering to help me find my sister.”
He nodded, watching her climb back into the Mercedes. As soon as she pulled away his heart pounded in his chest. Jonathan Delray was sick to his stomach over the entire thing, and there were plenty of good reasons for that.
* * *
The ride back to the development that they all called home was a silent one. Little CJ was asleep in his car seat in the back, and Callen stared silently out the window, lost deep in his thoughts. Elizabeth reached over and took his hand in hers, and immediately they twined fingers, like they always did.
It was just their thing and probably always would be. They didn’t know why it happened or where it came from, but it just seemed comfortable between them.
“Want to talk about it?” she prodded, breaking the silence to pull him out of the funk, he was drowning in helplessly.
Callen didn’t know how much to tell her. It wasn’t fair that he dumped all his emotional baggage all over Elizabeth , all the time.
“Cal, you know you can come to me anytime. That’s why I’m here.” Elizabeth was the keeper of all his secrets, good, bad and scary.
“I know, Lyzee. I just think I fucked everything up this time.” No, not think. He was pretty damn sure it was all falling through his fingers like sand at the beach.
Elizabeth hated to see him this miserable, and she felt partially to blame. Maybe there was something she could have done differently to help them both through the issues that were obviously going on behind closed doors. She felt the tension and she could have intervened sooner.
“I don’t think Desdemona wants to marry me anymore.”
Elizabeth listened and just continued to hold his hand securely in hers, linking them together.
“Whenever I bring up the wedding, she pushes back that I’m rushing her. That she isn't ready, or any other excuse that she can toss out there. I don’t think she’s happy with our arrangement.”
“Has
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