Page 450 of Chaos has a Name
But a gun did damage.
He of all people knew that.
“Gunny is just as good as an Archangel, so we’ll have to spare him there.”
He knew it would take the rest of today to get the jet back if they were waiting on getting Gunny there.
“Michael can fly out tomorrow,” Ian said, knowing it would take him time to make those flight logs private.
Elizabeth was to the point.
“He’ll be okay once he gets to Scotland. I know he’s tired of being alone. So, I’ve handled that.”
Ian was suspicious.
“What have you done?”
Since Michael wasn’t around, it was a good time to clue Ian in, since he knew Graham.
As soon as she did, he laughed.
Oh, well, shit.
They knew that Graham had his heart broken, but clearly, Michael had his broken too—by each other.
This was going to be interesting.
“Oh, Fate had to set this one up. What are the chances?” he asked.
She was aware.
“Michael will be pissy, but that’s life. He’ll adjust, and they can glare at each other until they work it out.”
Ian was honest.
“Graham needs this too. He’s barely hanging on. Gryphen had him promise he’d be around until the wedding. By be around, I mean alive.”
Yowza.
Tony told her he was in bad shape, but that was something she didn’t want to hear.
Too many soldiers died of suicide. Now, she had two to save.
“They are going to both be bitchy that you interfered,” Ian admitted.
Tell her something she didn’t know.
Instead of saying anything, she grabbed the cookie back, licked it, and then handed it back to him.
“When isn’t someone pissed at me?” she asked. “That’s part of my charm.”
As she walked away, he shouted after her.
“I hope you don’t have cooties! I’m eating this cookie! At least I like what your mouth has been on!”
Ian heard her laughter.
Only, he was worried.
