If Chandler was a hunter, pulling back on his bow, then Elena was the deer about to bolt into the safety of the trees.Before she could move a single muscle to do exactly that, "Do what?" he asked with a frown.

Elena grinned because she clearly thought he was an idiot, Chandler thought. "Mark your territory," she replied, "Or whatever the fuck it's called when you men do things like this. It's not necessary, besides, he's your dad,"

He tucked his hands into his pants pockets. Maybe it would ...