Sixty minutes later, I was marveling at Ethan’s skills. He was crazy smart and very crafty. He also had abilities that were a little unnerving. Like picking locks. And understanding complex puzzles that required a heck of a lot of thought to get through.
“Where did you learn to do all this?”
Ethan slid me a look that I wasn’t sure I understood, and if I did, I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
“Why?”
I shrugged, trying to seem casual. “I’ve never met anyone who could do these things. I wouldn’t know how to pick a lock on a desk drawer or have figured out that the last key was taped to the back of the bookshelf.”
He stood before me and took a deep breath. His eyes focused on a spot above my head and made me nervous. Ethan was very direct. Always. He never looked away from me, even when he was t
