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him they wouldn’t be, but it obviously had to her.
    “Lyzee, I don’t plan on not being married to you. I’m sticking despite what you see today. I just need you to forgive me if I’m irrational or acting like an idiot. Coming home has me shaken up pretty bad. I’m afraid of what it’ll do to me.” It took everything to tell her those words. He had kept them locked deep inside as his secret fears.
    “No matter what, Ethan?” she asked, looking out the window at the other cars they passed. “Beca use already you’re pulling away from me. I can feel it. We haven’t even started this assignment, and I feel you rebuilding that wall between us to protect yourself,” her voice shook. “You’re pushing me out.”
    “Baby,” he started to speak and then stopped. He wasn’t aware he was doing it, or maybe he was and that was just utter bullshit. His wife was always astute, and he knew better than to try and pull it over on her.
    “I don’t want to lose you, Ethan. Promise me that you won’t let the past ruin our future together.”
    Blackhawk pulled into the parking garage, entering their reserved spot. They had two side by side and most of the time one wasn’t even used. The y carpooled daily, just to be close to one another more. When he put it in park he touched her cheek, making her look at him. “I’ll be okay, Lyzee. It’s just this feeling deep in my gut that going back is a very bad idea.”
    “Because I might see your past, or your past might see me?” It hurt to even think that there was the slightest possibly he was embarrassed by her. Granted she wasn’t all spiffy and shiny like he was daily and maybe she should try and dress and act more like an FBI agent.
    His heart stopped. Did he really give her the impression he wasn’t proud of his wife? The anger he felt was directed at himself.  “I’m not afraid of them see ing my wife. She’s amazing, she’s beautiful, and most importantly she’s bad ass even without her cowboy hat,” he said, making her laugh.
    “I love you, Ethan,” she leaned forward, kissing him and meaning it. If she could , she’d keep his heart safe from whatever was coming. Elizabeth made the promise to remain calm and understanding no matter what they faced today.
    Blackhawk felt better a lready. “We better get in there; the chief of police will be here soon and waiting for us.”
    Elizabeth walked with her husband to the elevators, holding his hand. She didn’t care if their staff saw her bein g affectionate with her husband. There’d be no doubt that they were a unified front. Once the elevator doors closed, she wrapped her arms around his body and whispered in his ear, “Can I interest you in dinner tonight, Mr. Blackhawk? Then finish the night up with some making out on the couch, or hammock in the back yard?”
    “Hell yeah to the making out part, Mrs. Blackhawk, but are you offering to cook me dinner?” That would be a first.
    “No way, that’s your job. I do breakfast and you do dinner. You have to keep your hands busy, or you forget that we need to eat daily.” Elizabeth wiggled her eyebrows as she alluded to how he always found sex a better dinner option.
    Blackhawk laughed, as the tightness began to fall away. Maybe it would all be alright. “Good thing you’re the boss, or I wouldn’t know what to do with myself,” he teased back.
    Suddenly she remembered . “Ethan, we forgot the personnel folders. Crap! I need them for the conference call.”
    “I’ll go back and get them, baby” he said, staying in the elevator. “I’ll meet you in your office. Try and play nice with the chief of reservation police, and for the love of God, no cowboy and Indian references,” he patted her on the ass, laughing as she left the elevator. He flashed back to that first day in Salem. As charming as he found it, someone who was steeped in the Native tradition may not find it nearly as funny.
    Elizabeth stuck her tongue out at him, as she walked backwards