He was a man of action, constantly putting out fires and mitigating disaster. It wasn’t like him to sit back and do nothing, especially when he wanted something as much as he wanted Erika, but he promised himself he wouldn’t contact her this week. He would give her time to miss him and ponder the incredible night they’d shared. One more day, just one more day until he would see her. Pathetic, but he was already counting the hours. Ryan poked his head in the door and grinned. “Workin’ hard or hardly workin’?” Evan rolled his eyes. “That’s your motto, not mine.” “I haven’t seen much of you this week. You’ve been busy, huh?” Ryan asked, sitting down across from him. “Yeah, we got a lot goin’ on. How are things on your end?” Ryan crossed his legs and smiled. “Nothin’ I can’t handle.” Evan had to admit he was impressed with the way his brother was settling in as the second in command. He’d always been reluctant to give Ryan too much responsibility because he wasn’t sure he could handle it, given his carefree attitude, but that seemed to be changing.
