Page 157 of Chaos has a Name
He had a point.
When he handed Elizabeth her boots, she sat on the tailgate and switched them out.
Meanwhile, Chris was heading their way.
“Oh, no. She’s got her ass kicking boots on. What’s going on?”
She told him.
“We have a one-mile hike. One wet patch, and my feet are soggy. I just got these boots for Christmas. I’m sure Callen is tired of replacing them.”
Chris shrugged.
“He bought the factory so he doesn’t have to worry about it.”
She stopped dead in her tracks and stared at him like he had lost his mind, because she was about to lose hers.
“You’d better be busting my ass,” she admitted. “If you’re not, he’s dead. I’ll plant his rich ass by his nosey-ass grandfather who liked to interfere!”
They all heard windchimes in the trees and they knew what that meant.
Yeah, Timothy was around.
No.
Shock.
There.
“I was kidding. He just bought about twenty pairs, and they are in the garage back home. You know, so he can replace them faster.”
Oh, well, that was just smart—in her case. She went through them often enough that she had to buy new ones each month. There was a lot of blood in her world.
Leather and bowels weren’t besties.
Or so they learned.
When she was done getting into her boots, she was ready. Ready to find the bones, and ready to have a‘come to Jesus talk’’with Uriel about fun being important in everyone’s life.
Since there was no privacy, that last part would have to be later. Now, the techs were starting to mill around, and she purposely moved so Chris and Gene would be closer to Rayna so that Uriel would have to also be closer.
Gene winked at her as he shifted too.
It appeared‘Operation get Uriel laid’was starting up, here and now.
Now, the man was walking right behind the Chief of Reservation Police, and he likely didn’t know what was about to hit him.
She had news for Uriel.
If one Cupid was on your ass, you had issues. Unfortunately for him, he had two. Gene was her tag-team partner in jackassery and tomfoolery.
“Again, I’m sorry for the hike in,” Rayna said, not turning around. She felt like she was being watched, and she suspected it was the big, sexy man behind her.
Call her surprised when the window went down, and she was facing the man in the passenger seat.
He had dark brown hair, and piercing green eyes. They were the color of spring grass—bright and vivid. When she saw him, there was a punch to her gut.
It caught her off guard.
