mother of my children is NOT going to jail—over my dead body.”
She hoped he was right.
Only, all she could feel was dread. Elizabeth Whitefox-Blackhawk was screwed.
And not in a good way.
* * * B l a c k h a w k - W h i t e f o x * * *
FBI West
Mid-Morning
Ethan Blackhawk was just finishing some paperwork in his office. Mondays were a bitch when it came to working, but he didn't mind taking on the extra responsibility. It was for his family, and that’s all that mattered to him.
Right then, at that moment, he knew his brother and wife were working hard on Callen’s rehabilitation.
That had to come first.
Picking up the slack was a no brainer on his behalf.
Truth be told, no one was having an easy time of it the last two months. With Callen being down, they had to shuffle everything around to accommodate him being the ONLY director on duty. In fact, Ethan had to handle some Native relations, and it wasn’t fun.
He hoped Callen came back to work, and soon. If not, he was going to be heading to the reservation to handle some jackassery.
That didn't sit well with him.
This was why he gave Callen the job in the first place. Ethan wasn’t cut out to play with the Natives. It simply wasn’t his cup of tea. Just because he had the hair and skin tone, didn't mean he was equipped with patience to deal with it.
He wasn’t.
Hell!
It was the antithesis of everything he saw himself to be.
Ethan had more than enough BS to handle without throwing in some riled up Native chief. His ME’s were trying to order everything under the sun, his head anthropologist was away on some dig for his honeymoon, and he was holding the place together with bubblegum and popsicle sticks until Elizabeth was back.
If anything else came up, they were officially screwed. Ethan couldn’t wait until his wife, or brother, came back to work. He was overwhelmed with work.
Actually, truth be told, Ethan missed having Elizabeth perched on the corner of his desk. With each hour apart, he longed to be back with the two people he loved more than anything in life.
He wanted them back in their offices, raising hell, and stirring up the HR department. Considering the options, he’d rather them be there than not.
He was lonely.
Yeah, he had to be desperate to want to go there. He really missed working side by side with his wife. She was trouble, but some sick and depraved part of him loved it. The way her blue eyes twinkled, it made him feel incredibly lucky to have found her, even when she was stirring up the HR pot. At least with her there, he could be sure she was safe.
All day, he’d had that sick feeling brewing in the pit of his stomach. Then, to make it worse, when he was in the breakroom getting coffee, he saw it.
On the window ledge, there was a huge raven. It had watched him with its beady black eyes. The creepy bird tracked him across the room never looking away. Frankly, it freaked him out.
It reminded Ethan of Salem, the trouble that found them, and nearly losing his wife.
He couldn’t go there again.
She was his everything.
Needing a break, Ethan leaned back in his chair and stared at the picture of the three of them on his bookshelf. They had just found out the sex of their next child, and they were all smiles.
That day was one of his favorite memories.
His brother’s smile had been infectious. It filled them all with such joy. He couldn’t believe they were adding their fifth child to the family in a couple months. Six years ago, he was single, and alone.
Now he had peace.
His kids gave him that. With three boys, two girls, and all under five years old, you wouldn’t think that was possible, but it was.
It was pandemonium in their home, and he loved every damn second of it. His wild tribe of Natives was so very important to him as a father and man. As he grew up, Ethan didn't know
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