They both knew damn well, Elisha thought, that Ty'd rather be back in Iran most of the time; Hadyn would never understand it. It was the same way he would have rather been back in Somalia for a good chunk of his twenties and thirties. And still had occasional wistful thoughts in that direction.

He just looked at Ty for a moment before he shook his head. "Oliver walks into a room and expects to charm everyone in it," he said. "And that rubs me the wrong way." Which wasn't the entire thing, but was how it had started.