Free Sacred Burial Grounds (An FBI Romance Thriller (book 2)) by Morgan Kelley Page A

spend the evening trying to get better acquainted.
    Today was definitely looking much better now that was hopelessly in love and finally found the woman that he was going to make his wife.
    This was the best day of his damn life.
     
     
     
    Blackhawk stopped by the front desk to talk to Ginny. She was furiously typing and talking on the phone at the same time. Her multitasking skills blew him away , and he wished they had two of her in the office. They were very lucky they found her. The woman was a phenomenon at office duties and task management. 
    “Hold please,” she said into the phone and smiled up at her boss. “Yes Mr. B?”
    “Elizabeth and I are going out in the field later, and we need you to hold down the fort. Can you manage, Ginny?” he inquired, already knowing she could and would.
    “Oh, boss man anything for you and the boss lady. It should be a slow day until more of the team returns from the field,” she replied.
    “Thanks Ginny.” Ethan headed for his office.
    “Oh, Mr. B?”
    “Yeah?” He turned at his name.
    “The police chief is in with Elizabeth, and can I just say WOW!” she winked and fanned herself. “You better get in there fast. He was checking out Mrs. B, big time.”
    Most of his day s and all of his nights were spent doing the same thing, so he wasn’t really surprised. Basically, he’d had to learn to control his temper when men ogled his wife.
    Elizabeth could take care of herself.
    “Good luck to him,” he laughed. “She’ll hand him his ass and fast,” he paused. “Ginny, how do you know he was checking her out?” Now the smile was slipping and doubt began creeping into the back of his mind. He wasn’t sure how he felt about another Native man being attracted to his wife. Many times, she expressed how his exotic looks were what made her notice him. There was habitually that fear that another ‘ exotic ’ man would lure her away. Deep down, he knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t help it; he was territorial, especially with Elizabeth, and he’d be crazy to not be.
    “ Uh, because I was checking him out,” she said, winking and going back to her phone calls and typing. “I’ll bring coffee in shortly, boss. Buzz if you need me sooner.”
    Blackhawk dropped the personnel files on his desk, and he headed into his wife’s office. The melodically laughter was floating from her room to the hallway. As the co-director, he was glad that she was breaking the ice with the chief of police, and that Elizabeth was being accepted by the Native American easily. Again, Ginny’s warning had taken root.
    Granted , it would make their job easier once they got out to the site. They would need complete and total cooperation from the law enforcement there, but still...
    Ethan Blackhawk didn’t expect the scene when he stepped into her office. His body froze as the icy claws of anger began their ascent through his body. There w as a man leaning over his wife as they looked at the laptop together. If it were any other man, he probably wouldn’t feel the rage rising up through his body, but this man was completely different.
    The flirtatious grin plastered on the man’s face was one he knew all too well, and he felt the rage rip through him. The intense anger began bubbling up as he started walking towards his wife and Callen Whitefox. Although he hadn’t seen him in a decade, it didn't chance that much. The face had the same teasing smile. Blackhawk imagined that was the same look he had given Elizabeth on the first day in Salem. Just the visual of him standing over his wife made him understand how people could kill out of jealousy. Blackhawk was on the verge of doing just that himself.
    Elizabeth looked up at the sound of her husband entering the room, and she immediately knew something was horribly wrong. The pure rage on his face was completely out of place. The anger was directed at the chief of police, and he appeared to be planning on committing murder right there in her