Page 430 of Chaos has a Name
Desperately.
When her pocket vibrated, she sighed.
“Did your phone just get a message?” he asked, kissing her on the neck. “You can answer it.”
She didn’t want to.
“It’ll be my father. He’s up in his feels about finding you in my cabin.”
Oh.
Well, that was definitely an issue.
If he was staying, he planned to find himself in her cabin, her bed, and her body.
IFshe’d let him.
“Is he going to be a problem?” he asked.
She laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
“He’s always a problem,” she said. “I know he means well, most of the time.”
When she didn’t say more, he didn’t know if he should bring up the fact that he was staying.
It didn’t seem to fit the moment.
So, he opted not to.
“Parents tend to do that,” he admitted.
She rested her head on his shoulder, and loved being in his arms.
“Will you be staying over tonight?” she asked, out of the blue. “We can have dinner.”
He wanted to.
“I mean, it’s a far better option than bunking with Michael in an RV,” he joked.
Since he couldn’t see her face, he didn’t notice that wasn’t exactly the response she wanted.
What she craved was him saying yes, and that he never wanted to leave.
But she knew that would take time.
Time they didn’t have.
As she went to say something, there was a knock on the door, and she froze.
Caspian opened it.
There stood Elizabeth.
“I heard you in here. Set the cop free. I need her,” she said.
