needed a case, and he knew this was likely the beginning of a new one. They all started the same.
There would be the trances through the following days, as she stared off into space, that blind gaze transfixed on something he couldn’t see. It would be followed by her being lost in thought, and then finally culminate with the pain she’d suffer in her sleep as she reached for the person she was meant to help.
Oracle had a hard job.
Only Nate’s was far more difficult. He was forced to watch his fiancée suffer to help others like her.
While it was her cross to bear, Nate felt like he had no other choice but to hold her up. He couldn’t let her suffer alone.
As a team, they would bide their time until someone like Avalon reached out for her. Just last month, they were helping Juliett and Rhett find a killer. Now they were living the dream. Their wedding was coming up, and the team had been invited. In a few weeks, they would be going back to help the couple celebrate.
Then again, Nate was thinking that might not happen. With two weeks until their trip, Avalon was getting twitchy.
That meant only one thing.
Something was coming.
A part of him was excited. Going from FBI to sitting around wasn’t easy for him. What Nate wanted to do was push Avalon, getting a case for them.
What he could do was nothing.
The whole situation was a slippery slope.
Avalon’s mind worked in a mysterious way, and the more pressure they put on her, the less she functioned. So, until she mentioned it, he was forced to say nothing.
They all were forced into silence.
As Nate sat at the table in the kitchen, Jagger was across from him. The Marine had just gotten back from his run, and he was sipping coffee as he emailed his sister.
He did the same thing every day— like clockwork . You could set a damn watch to the man. Next, he’d eat a banana, untie his shoes, and then start to whistle.
Yeah, Nate was going stir crazy just sitting around Fire Bay, waiting to do a job.
How did he know?
He was starting to stalk his team.
Something had to give. If it didn’t, he was going to need a padded cell. Boredom had set in.
“Jaxon?” he asked.
Jagger looked up. “Yeah, I really miss her. I’m checking in to make sure that husband of hers is treating her well. If not, I’ll have to hurt the man.”
Yeah, that’s what he’d said yesterday.
And the day before.
Nate sipped his coffee as Jagger grabbed the banana out of the fruit bowl. He watched him eat it.
Yep, there’s that part.
He tossed the peel toward the garbage can, and it hit the lid, spinning it. The peel fell inside…like always.
After popping the last piece into his mouth, he took off his shoes, and then began whistling some Marine cadence.
“Jesus, I’m ready to lose it.”
Jagger looked up. “Uh, are you okay?”
“You do the same thing every morning. We all do. Luke is going to carry Maura in on his back. They’re going to be laughing. Then Avalon is going to come in and spill her coffee.”
Jagger stared at him. “You might want to get a hobby. It’s a little weird that you’re studying the people you live with like this. We’re not a science experiment.”
Nate heard the footsteps and giggling.
“In three…two…one…”
Jagger looked over as two more of their team came in. On Luke’s back was his wife, and they were indeed laughing at some private joke.
“See?” Nate said, running his hands though his dark black hair. He closed his eyes, trying to find some patience. This wasn’t his thing. He was accustomed to being in the field, not sitting in a house studying the walls.
It was making him insane.
What was next?
Crocheting?
“You need to chill.”
He was well aware. Only it was easier said than done. If he could chill out, he would.
There were footsteps.
“Here comes Avalon.”
When she came in, she didn’t look good. She was pale and wearing layers piled on top of each other. It made her lithe frame look disheveled and
There would be the trances through the following days, as she stared off into space, that blind gaze transfixed on something he couldn’t see. It would be followed by her being lost in thought, and then finally culminate with the pain she’d suffer in her sleep as she reached for the person she was meant to help.
Oracle had a hard job.
Only Nate’s was far more difficult. He was forced to watch his fiancée suffer to help others like her.
While it was her cross to bear, Nate felt like he had no other choice but to hold her up. He couldn’t let her suffer alone.
As a team, they would bide their time until someone like Avalon reached out for her. Just last month, they were helping Juliett and Rhett find a killer. Now they were living the dream. Their wedding was coming up, and the team had been invited. In a few weeks, they would be going back to help the couple celebrate.
Then again, Nate was thinking that might not happen. With two weeks until their trip, Avalon was getting twitchy.
That meant only one thing.
Something was coming.
A part of him was excited. Going from FBI to sitting around wasn’t easy for him. What Nate wanted to do was push Avalon, getting a case for them.
What he could do was nothing.
The whole situation was a slippery slope.
Avalon’s mind worked in a mysterious way, and the more pressure they put on her, the less she functioned. So, until she mentioned it, he was forced to say nothing.
They all were forced into silence.
As Nate sat at the table in the kitchen, Jagger was across from him. The Marine had just gotten back from his run, and he was sipping coffee as he emailed his sister.
He did the same thing every day— like clockwork . You could set a damn watch to the man. Next, he’d eat a banana, untie his shoes, and then start to whistle.
Yeah, Nate was going stir crazy just sitting around Fire Bay, waiting to do a job.
How did he know?
He was starting to stalk his team.
Something had to give. If it didn’t, he was going to need a padded cell. Boredom had set in.
“Jaxon?” he asked.
Jagger looked up. “Yeah, I really miss her. I’m checking in to make sure that husband of hers is treating her well. If not, I’ll have to hurt the man.”
Yeah, that’s what he’d said yesterday.
And the day before.
Nate sipped his coffee as Jagger grabbed the banana out of the fruit bowl. He watched him eat it.
Yep, there’s that part.
He tossed the peel toward the garbage can, and it hit the lid, spinning it. The peel fell inside…like always.
After popping the last piece into his mouth, he took off his shoes, and then began whistling some Marine cadence.
“Jesus, I’m ready to lose it.”
Jagger looked up. “Uh, are you okay?”
“You do the same thing every morning. We all do. Luke is going to carry Maura in on his back. They’re going to be laughing. Then Avalon is going to come in and spill her coffee.”
Jagger stared at him. “You might want to get a hobby. It’s a little weird that you’re studying the people you live with like this. We’re not a science experiment.”
Nate heard the footsteps and giggling.
“In three…two…one…”
Jagger looked over as two more of their team came in. On Luke’s back was his wife, and they were indeed laughing at some private joke.
“See?” Nate said, running his hands though his dark black hair. He closed his eyes, trying to find some patience. This wasn’t his thing. He was accustomed to being in the field, not sitting in a house studying the walls.
It was making him insane.
What was next?
Crocheting?
“You need to chill.”
He was well aware. Only it was easier said than done. If he could chill out, he would.
There were footsteps.
“Here comes Avalon.”
When she came in, she didn’t look good. She was pale and wearing layers piled on top of each other. It made her lithe frame look disheveled and
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