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Dee walked over to the table and set two coffee mugs down. Then she gave Alicia a sympathetic look.
“I apologize for Devon. From the time he could talk, our mother said there was a nasty streak in him. He doesn’t get his way and he strikes out. She always said I was the sweet one.”
“Where’s my coffee?” Devon asked.
“Over on the counter.”
He tossed her a dirty look but rose to go get it. Dee shook her head.
“He’s a handful at times.”
Alicia knew Dee was being overly nice because she thought she could get some information. Still, Alicia couldn’t help but relax when Dee smiled at her.
“How far along are you?” Alicia asked.
“Just four months. I think we’re having twins.”
“Micah isn’t here to freak out so you don’t have to say that,” Devon said as he rejoined them.
Dee laughed. “It is fun to mess with him, considering his need for control. His face goes pale every time I say the word twins.”
Alicia’s smile faded when Devon sat down with the same mean frown on his face.
“So, where do we go from here?” Devon asked.
“I don’t know where you’re going—except away from here.”
“That’s unacceptable.”
Anger surged. She opened her mouth to argue, but Dee stopped her.
“I think loud voices will catch Bridget’s attention,” she said.
Alicia nodded. “Especially for Bridget. We live a very quiet life.”
“You are both angry and knocked off center by this.”
Alicia ignored Devon and concentrated on Dee. “I don’t trust him. You have yet to give me any proof you didn’t have anything to do with my father’s death.”
“Guilty until proven innocent?” Devon asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“In the business, that’s the way it goes.”
“If we don’t come up with some kind of agreement, we will be here all night. And, I am pregnant. Not only do I have to constantly be fed, not to mention relieve myself, I have a very big, very protective husband who used to be a bounty hunter.”
The warning in Dee’s voice told her all she needed to know. Alicia had been right, but she didn’t blame her. If the roles had been reversed, Alicia would have done the same thing.
“Okay, okay. I will agree not to leave.”
Devon wasn’t happy. He crossed his arms. “Surrender your passport.”
She snorted. “Not bloody likely.”
Dee took her hand. “I promise that I won’t let him do anything stupid. Please…my brother had left the CIA by the time this was going on. He had to thanks to a homicidal family member—not me. I can promise you that he had nothing to do with your father’s death.”
With a sigh, Alicia said, “I promise I won’t leave. We can meet again tomorrow.”
Devon opened his mouth to argue, but Dee stepped in. “Take what you get Devon. She didn’t have to agree. And let’s be honest, there is a good chance she has several passports with different names.”
