Consumed by Wrath: An FBI/Romance Thriller (An FBI/Romance Thriller ~ Book 8) by Morgan Kelley Read Free Book Online
Authors: Morgan Kelley
his own.
“I want to. I just don’t know how to get back to where I was. I feel like I can see her and Callen across the river. I just can’t get to them. I don’t know how to build the fucking bridge back home,” he replied , frustrated. “I want my life back, but how do I do it?”
Doctor Gaines closed her file and stopped making notes. “Do you want my opinion?”
He stared at her. “Yes! Why else am I here? Stop with the mumbo jumbo bullshit, Doctor. I’m well aware how to screw with someone’s mind. I do it daily, or I did , and I was damn good at it too.”
She grinned. “ That’s your problem, Ethan. You’re so focused up here,” she replied, pointed at her head before continuing, “but you’re not focused here.”
When she tapped her chest , he was confused.
“ What’s coming up, Ethan?” she inquired.
He had no freaking clue.
Each day had passed and moments ticked by . The dates stopped mattering in the end. He survived Elizabeth’s Turkey Day bash, Christmas, and New Year’s Eve.
For every holiday, he thought of it as a milestone and a marker away from Halloween and what had happened. They each signified one step further away from what damaged him.
She saw him struggling. “Valentine’s Day is coming.”
Holy shit!
How had he forgotten that one? Was he really that far gone that he nearly missed the most important wife holiday that ever existed?
Damn it!
“Were you romantic before you were taken?” she asked, watching his eyes. They were the window to his battered soul, and spoke volumes.
Ethan had to think about it. “I like to think I was at one point.” He knew the truth. He had romanced his wife many times. Not because he had to do it, but because he loved to. It gave him great pleasure and joy to buy her a memento, make a memory , or do something spontaneous. When her face would light up, his heart went along for the ride.
When had he lost that simple joy too?
Immediately, he thought about her name tattooed across his lower torso, and again, his hand went to his abs and rested there.
“Answer the question, Ethan. Were you romantic?”
“Yes, I prided myself on it.”
She didn't doubt that for a second. Ethan Blackhawk was a man’s man. From the expensive suit, to the way he sat in her office. The man oozed confidence and security. Now, he was falling apart inside and didn't know how to hold it together.
“Maybe you should get away. Take a few days off and have a little romantic interlude with your partners.
He stared at her. “Okay, maybe planning a night away at a hotel will distract me.” Yeah, and help find a way back to being a man, being Lyzee’s husband, and growing a spine again.
“I was thinking more long term than a night away.”
He stared at her.
“What you need is an extended weekend where you three can talk, be honest, and find what you temporarily misplaced.
Okay, he could do that. In fact, it sounded… appealing.
“Stop being the victim and work on being a husband.”
“Will this really work?” he asked, standing up.
The doctor just shrugged. “That’s up to you, Ethan. This is your life, and your path. What happens rests on your shoulders. If you want it back bad enough, I’m sure you can get it.”
He slipped back into his suit jacket and buttoned the pricy material.
She had a point.
“Take her somewhere significant to you, or to you and Callen. Be completely open and honest with your feelings and trust that your family will have your back. Be yourself and let the healing happen.”
He could do that.
“Valentine’s Day is all about being with the ones you love and making memories. Go with that, and everything should be fine. Go to the one place that will speak to you both here,” she said, pointing at her head. “And here,” she added, touching her heart.
In his brain, the wheels already began turning.
“Focus on the emotional and not the physical. Sex is great at helping a couple come together, but you need to
“I want to. I just don’t know how to get back to where I was. I feel like I can see her and Callen across the river. I just can’t get to them. I don’t know how to build the fucking bridge back home,” he replied , frustrated. “I want my life back, but how do I do it?”
Doctor Gaines closed her file and stopped making notes. “Do you want my opinion?”
He stared at her. “Yes! Why else am I here? Stop with the mumbo jumbo bullshit, Doctor. I’m well aware how to screw with someone’s mind. I do it daily, or I did , and I was damn good at it too.”
She grinned. “ That’s your problem, Ethan. You’re so focused up here,” she replied, pointed at her head before continuing, “but you’re not focused here.”
When she tapped her chest , he was confused.
“ What’s coming up, Ethan?” she inquired.
He had no freaking clue.
Each day had passed and moments ticked by . The dates stopped mattering in the end. He survived Elizabeth’s Turkey Day bash, Christmas, and New Year’s Eve.
For every holiday, he thought of it as a milestone and a marker away from Halloween and what had happened. They each signified one step further away from what damaged him.
She saw him struggling. “Valentine’s Day is coming.”
Holy shit!
How had he forgotten that one? Was he really that far gone that he nearly missed the most important wife holiday that ever existed?
Damn it!
“Were you romantic before you were taken?” she asked, watching his eyes. They were the window to his battered soul, and spoke volumes.
Ethan had to think about it. “I like to think I was at one point.” He knew the truth. He had romanced his wife many times. Not because he had to do it, but because he loved to. It gave him great pleasure and joy to buy her a memento, make a memory , or do something spontaneous. When her face would light up, his heart went along for the ride.
When had he lost that simple joy too?
Immediately, he thought about her name tattooed across his lower torso, and again, his hand went to his abs and rested there.
“Answer the question, Ethan. Were you romantic?”
“Yes, I prided myself on it.”
She didn't doubt that for a second. Ethan Blackhawk was a man’s man. From the expensive suit, to the way he sat in her office. The man oozed confidence and security. Now, he was falling apart inside and didn't know how to hold it together.
“Maybe you should get away. Take a few days off and have a little romantic interlude with your partners.
He stared at her. “Okay, maybe planning a night away at a hotel will distract me.” Yeah, and help find a way back to being a man, being Lyzee’s husband, and growing a spine again.
“I was thinking more long term than a night away.”
He stared at her.
“What you need is an extended weekend where you three can talk, be honest, and find what you temporarily misplaced.
Okay, he could do that. In fact, it sounded… appealing.
“Stop being the victim and work on being a husband.”
“Will this really work?” he asked, standing up.
The doctor just shrugged. “That’s up to you, Ethan. This is your life, and your path. What happens rests on your shoulders. If you want it back bad enough, I’m sure you can get it.”
He slipped back into his suit jacket and buttoned the pricy material.
She had a point.
“Take her somewhere significant to you, or to you and Callen. Be completely open and honest with your feelings and trust that your family will have your back. Be yourself and let the healing happen.”
He could do that.
“Valentine’s Day is all about being with the ones you love and making memories. Go with that, and everything should be fine. Go to the one place that will speak to you both here,” she said, pointing at her head. “And here,” she added, touching her heart.
In his brain, the wheels already began turning.
“Focus on the emotional and not the physical. Sex is great at helping a couple come together, but you need to
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