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Gabe couldn’t help but be testy. What Elizabeth said had rubbed him the wrong way. She was absolutely right about the whole thing.
Now he was even more worried than before.
He just wasn’t sure if it was because he was going to use Livy as bait, or because he was going to have to stick close.
Real close.
Either way, his mood soured.
Fast.
CHAPTER TWO
When he got the call, he was just pulling into the parking lot. Ethan Blackhawk, and his partner, Jay Melrose, were back in from a case.
He wasn’t quite sure what had the boss all riled up, but something had ruffled his feathers. After he hung up, he had that feeling.
“What was that all about?” Jay asked, glancing over at his partner.
“That was the boss. He’s stirred up about something. He’s ordered us to his office.”
“Shit. What did we do now? I swear I haven’t broken any of the rules, so it had to be you.”
Blackhawk laughed. “Yeah, nice try. I wasn’t the one trying to get into the sheriff’s pants. She probably turned you in for lecherous behavior unfit for the FBI.”
“Don’t be a hater, dude. You should date more. You’re cranky. Besides, you’re the serial rule breaker, not me.”
“I don’t need women. I have my career, and I don’t think rules pertain to me. I’m here to do a job, not live in the shadows of a procedure book. The best agents go by their guts. I’m living my life like that.”
Jay glanced over at his partner. The man was a mystery to him. Ethan Blackhawk was a decent partner, but he liked to run fast and loose with the rules.
Honestly, he couldn’t see him going very far in his career. If he did, it would be one hell of a miracle. The man was going to burn out. Granted, he’d go out in a big ball of fire, but still…he wouldn’t last long at this rate.
“We filed the paperwork right,” he offered. “I know I did, so I can’t even guess what we did now,” Blackhawk stated.
Jay hoped he was right.
Since hooking up with the Indian, his ass was always in trouble. It was getting…bad.
As they headed into the J. Edgar Hoover building, they were both nervous.
No one liked getting called into Gabe’s office. Yes, he was merely a supervisor, or special agent, but still…
He was technically their boss.
As they stood in the lobby, Jay continually hit the button to get the elevator to arrive.
“It’s not going to make it arrive any faster,” Ethan stated, checking himself out in the reflection. “You need to be more patient with things.”
“You should talk. You like to get shot at.”
“It’s been a couple of weeks,” Ethan admitted. “Besides, we have an excellent closure record. I think we’re in second place in the division.”
Jay laughed. “You just want to be first.”
“Yeah, I do. I hear it’s two newbies. They must be getting the easy cases. There’s no way two babes can be kicking our ass. I just can’t see it.”
Jay shrugged. “I like living, so I’m good with second place, Ethan. It’s not a competition.”
Oh, that was easy for him to say. His partner was from a rich family, and he was white. When you spent your life fighting out of the ghetto of a reservation, you didn't look at the world through rose colored glasses.
It was an eat or be eaten world.
He didn't plan on being anyone’s dinner.
Ethan fixed his tie in the shiny metal door. It was pricy, silk, and fit his persona.
This was how he wanted to be seen.
“You look fine, playboy. I’ve never seen anyone fixated about his attire more than you. I don’t get it.”
Blackhawk laughed. “In this job, you can never look good enough.”
Truth be told, he was the only freaking Native American in the place. How he lucked out and got this job was beyond him. Ethan came from a small reservation, a dinky college, and wasn’t the same caliber as many of the agents. The only thing he had was a skill at profiling.
He prayed it payed off.
It might just afford him a ride up the
Gabe couldn’t help but be testy. What Elizabeth said had rubbed him the wrong way. She was absolutely right about the whole thing.
Now he was even more worried than before.
He just wasn’t sure if it was because he was going to use Livy as bait, or because he was going to have to stick close.
Real close.
Either way, his mood soured.
Fast.
CHAPTER TWO
When he got the call, he was just pulling into the parking lot. Ethan Blackhawk, and his partner, Jay Melrose, were back in from a case.
He wasn’t quite sure what had the boss all riled up, but something had ruffled his feathers. After he hung up, he had that feeling.
“What was that all about?” Jay asked, glancing over at his partner.
“That was the boss. He’s stirred up about something. He’s ordered us to his office.”
“Shit. What did we do now? I swear I haven’t broken any of the rules, so it had to be you.”
Blackhawk laughed. “Yeah, nice try. I wasn’t the one trying to get into the sheriff’s pants. She probably turned you in for lecherous behavior unfit for the FBI.”
“Don’t be a hater, dude. You should date more. You’re cranky. Besides, you’re the serial rule breaker, not me.”
“I don’t need women. I have my career, and I don’t think rules pertain to me. I’m here to do a job, not live in the shadows of a procedure book. The best agents go by their guts. I’m living my life like that.”
Jay glanced over at his partner. The man was a mystery to him. Ethan Blackhawk was a decent partner, but he liked to run fast and loose with the rules.
Honestly, he couldn’t see him going very far in his career. If he did, it would be one hell of a miracle. The man was going to burn out. Granted, he’d go out in a big ball of fire, but still…he wouldn’t last long at this rate.
“We filed the paperwork right,” he offered. “I know I did, so I can’t even guess what we did now,” Blackhawk stated.
Jay hoped he was right.
Since hooking up with the Indian, his ass was always in trouble. It was getting…bad.
As they headed into the J. Edgar Hoover building, they were both nervous.
No one liked getting called into Gabe’s office. Yes, he was merely a supervisor, or special agent, but still…
He was technically their boss.
As they stood in the lobby, Jay continually hit the button to get the elevator to arrive.
“It’s not going to make it arrive any faster,” Ethan stated, checking himself out in the reflection. “You need to be more patient with things.”
“You should talk. You like to get shot at.”
“It’s been a couple of weeks,” Ethan admitted. “Besides, we have an excellent closure record. I think we’re in second place in the division.”
Jay laughed. “You just want to be first.”
“Yeah, I do. I hear it’s two newbies. They must be getting the easy cases. There’s no way two babes can be kicking our ass. I just can’t see it.”
Jay shrugged. “I like living, so I’m good with second place, Ethan. It’s not a competition.”
Oh, that was easy for him to say. His partner was from a rich family, and he was white. When you spent your life fighting out of the ghetto of a reservation, you didn't look at the world through rose colored glasses.
It was an eat or be eaten world.
He didn't plan on being anyone’s dinner.
Ethan fixed his tie in the shiny metal door. It was pricy, silk, and fit his persona.
This was how he wanted to be seen.
“You look fine, playboy. I’ve never seen anyone fixated about his attire more than you. I don’t get it.”
Blackhawk laughed. “In this job, you can never look good enough.”
Truth be told, he was the only freaking Native American in the place. How he lucked out and got this job was beyond him. Ethan came from a small reservation, a dinky college, and wasn’t the same caliber as many of the agents. The only thing he had was a skill at profiling.
He prayed it payed off.
It might just afford him a ride up the
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