Page 272 of Chaos has a Name
She got it.
So Daddy issues.
Oh, well, she had them too—as in her daddy was always up in her business.
Elizabeth clued her in.
ONLYbecause it was rare for Uriel to be attracted to someone. Mostly, he was all about the job, and watching her kids.
When her dog appeared, she bent down to let him give her kisses.
The whole time, Rayna watched as the big German Shepherd danced around her in excitement to see her, and Elizabeth didn’t mind getting doggy drool on her.
You could tell a lot about a person if a dog liked them, and Rayna was a dog person herself.
“Sorry. He’s a big floof,” she admitted, when the dog went to his back and she scratched his belly. “I have a pack of German Shepherds at home. This one’s the only one who knows not to wander off on the reservation, right, Kanje?” she asked.
The dog barked, and then stared at Rayna like he was trying to figure out if she was a danger to Elizabeth or not.
“Well, I’m a dog person,” she said. “He’s beautiful.”
Elizabeth covered the dog’s ears.
“Not in front of him. Then, he gets all ego-y and tries to be the boss,” she said, joking around.
That amused Rayna.
Elizabeth needed to get this done, and stalling so she could avoid Wyler and the talk wasn’t on the agenda for tonight.
“If Cas looks standoffish, back off, and he’ll figure it out. Once he sees you’reDEFINITELYinterested, he’ll build up the courage to take the next step. He’s a slow mover when it comes to women. No one likes rejection.”
She got it.
As someone who was the aggressor most of the time, she’d taken plenty of rejection when she’d thought a person was decent and they’d blindsided her.
Rayna considered it.
“You convinced me. I’ll bring him dinner. Hopefully, you’re right.”
Elizabeth laughed.
All of the security were like her children, with the exception of Ivan. He was just her co-parent when it came to wrangling them.
“I’m right.”
Rayna took a chance.
“Well, I’ll babysit this book and that magnificent dog while you go do whatever it is you plan on doing with your captive father-in-law in the tree.”
She laughed.
When she said it like that, it was weird.
Maybe keeping the man trapped up there was bizarre, but in this case, he was a runner—as he’d proved last week when he headed here.
“Tell my ME I’ll be right back. I need a‘‘come to Jesus talk’’with Wyler.”
Yeah, for her, it was time. As she left, Kanje headed toward the cop, and she went outside to do the deed.
