Page 266 of Chaos has a Name
Elizabeth.
Or Wyler.
When it came down to it, that was anyone’s guess.
Because they had to get moving, Gene kissed Elizabeth on the forehead and then got out from under the covers.
Immediately, Callen stared right at the man’s crotch. Oh, and Gene didn’t miss it.
“What the hell are you doing?” Gene asked.
Callen was to the point.
“I’m making sure she doesn’t turn you straight.”
Somehow, he managed to say that without laughing. Elizabeth and Ethan, on the other hand, couldn’t hold back. It was so absurd.
And they all knew it.
“Cut me a break, Callen. I just had Lyzee jugs against me. I’m trying not to question my sanity. Tits are not for me, my dude. I like testicles.HIS,” he said, pointing at Ethan.
Yeah, it looked as if they were going to be okay after all. The family that lost its sanity together, stayed together.
Clearly.
“Keep me updated on the drive,” Elizabeth said. “Oh, and don’t let my brother do anything ridiculous. Cam normally keeps him from being insane.”
Oh, they would.
The irony was they were trading one crazy LaRue for another.
Same bloodline, different last names.
“I’ll get the titter monster into some pajamas,” Callen said, wiggling his eyebrows to amuse her.
That was Gene and Ethan’s sign to head out.
Leaving the room, they walked down the stairs, side-by-side. When Ethan stopped, mid-step, Gene looked over at his mate.
And he knew.
The.
Jig.
Was.
Up.
Ethan lowered his voice.
“Now, tell me what’s really going on. My wife, the Deputy Director of the FBI, and the head of the VC unit, wouldNEVERstop pushing and take a night off. She’d rather kiss a spider.”
Yeah, Gene had been right.
Ruh-roh.
Because this was a slippery slope, with two different sides, Gene said nothing at first.
