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

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    “I get it, Ethan. If it’s any consolation, I’m sorry. I hate what I did to you and to us. I destroyed our relationship for a woman. It was stupid then, and I won’t do it again. I won’t go there again and especially with your wife.”
    Blackhawk wanted to believe him. He desperately wanted to believe that the man in front of him would go back to being a brother and not the enemy. He was one of the reasons he didn’t want to come ho me. He been betrayed by the man before him, and to this day it still bruised his heart. All of it was a reminder of what they once had and shared, and how easily he was betrayed by his own blood.
    “If I could take it bac k I would. I wish I could somehow prove it to you, but I’ll have to just live it and let you see it’s the truth.” So much for finding the future Mrs. Whitefox, and now he needed to fall out of love and fast!
    Elizabeth came back in the room, holding and ice pack and three cups of coffee. It was good to see that the men weren’t fighting and some of the lines around her husband’s mouth had lessened.
    “Chief Whitefox, I didn’t know what you liked in your coffee, so I hope cream is fine,” she said, handing him the ice pack, and returning to her husband’s side. “Here Ethan,” she handed him the coffee mug and compared both men to each other. Now that she knew they were related, she could see it. The same shape of the eyes, the same lips and cheekbones, but other than the tan skin they didn’t look similar to her. Maybe, it was just the fact that no other man would ever compare to Ethan Blackhawk. As far as exotic went, her husband was the one man that drew her attention. Elizabeth believed it was all about his DNA.
    “Now, I think I deserve an explanation , gentlemen,” she drawled, waiting and sitting on the arm of her own chair. “Something tells me that I had a lot to do with what just went down and frankly that doesn’t sit well with me. Men don’t duel over women anymore for a reason.”
    “Yes, you do deserve an explanation, Lyzee .” Blackhawk sat back in the chair, looking straight ahead at his brother. “Right after I was born my dad went out and had an affair with Callen’s mother. It was literally days after my birth. Once my mother found out a few years later, it was the end of the marriage. Since my parents were married I have the Blackhawk name. Callen’s mother never married my father, and he took his mother’s last name. He’s full-blooded American Indian, and I’m half,” and he was perfectly fine with that, less he had to run from. 
    “Okay,” she looked over at the other man.
    “Our father didn’t stick around long, just long enough to knock my mother up and bail. I didn’t want anything to do with the sperm donor. I took my chances with being a fatherless bastard.” Whitefox held the ice to his jaw, and his eyes never left his brother’s face.
    They both may be different, but Elizabeth noticed they both carried the same wounds. Her heart ached for both of them.
    “I didn’t find out about having a brother until we were in school together,” continued Blackhawk.
    “I always knew, but kept it to myself. I wasn’t exactly proud of who created me, and my mom and I knew what shit would go down if we stirred the Blackhawk family pot,” answered Whitefox. “If you were going to be an Indian on the Rez, you wanted to be a Blackhawk.” There was no animosity in his voice, only honesty. “It’s the power family.”
    “One day , someone made a comment how Wyler Blackhawk had populated half the reservation, and Callen and I beat the hell out of the kid. It was surprising to have a brother, and to have one so close in age was cool at the time. I went from a sibling less family, and a mother who was dying of cancer to a brother and acceptance. We both were in the same boat. Our father was an asshole.”
    “I was raised by Wyler’s father, Timothy Blackhawk,” he added, his voice showing the love for the old