Page 5 of The Defiant Curse

Oh, well, he wanted it desperately.

Who was he kidding?

Only, when he opened his mouth to tell him the eggs could wait, Michael’s phone rang, and he sighed.

Damn it.

The universe had plans of its own, and after this call, their time alone there would be coming to an end.

They just didn’t know it yet.

“Let me get that,” he said. “In the meantime, I still need you to decide if we’re eating those eggs now or later. I can do cold eggs or hot eggs, but either way, I’m doing my husband.”

Holy.

Shit.

He sincerely hoped that would be the case.

In fact, Graham’s body reacted to his very bossy husband and in the best way possible.

An erection.

Setting him free, Michael headed over to the counter and grabbed his ringing cell.

On the screen, he saw the name, and now, it was safe to say that he was curious.

He could count on one hand—one finger—the times that this man called him when it wasn’t work-related. Since Michael wasn’t an Archangel in their employ anymore, he had no clue why he’d be calling him.

Now, he was curious.

And worried.

Something had to be going down, and he’d bet his Purple Heart that it wasn’t good.

“Gene is calling,” he said. “That’s not normal for him,” he stated.

And that was the truth.

Of all of the Blackhawks, it would most likely be Elizabeth, Callen, or Chris ringing them. Oh, Ethan might call, but when he did, it was a birthday call, and since it was neither of their birthdays, that was out.

Since Chris and Callen were their business partners, and the castle had been bought for Elizabeth, they tended to reach out to deal with them directly.

But Gene?

That alarmed Michael.

Answering, he went there.

“What happened? Do you need me?” he asked, more than willing to suit up and head back to the States to protect his family from the shit hitting the fan.

Once an Archangel, ALWAYS an Archangel. Marines didn’t change their ways when they retired.

Ever.

From the other end, there was a sigh.

Oh, shit.