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“So, you have a plan?” Micah asked, bringing him back to the present.
Devon jerked a shoulder and took a sip of his coffee. He instantly regretted it. It was cold. He needed something stronger, something more fortifying. He rose and went to grab the scotch he’d brought with him.
“Grab two glasses,” Micah said.
Devon did and joined him back at the table. He poured them both a couple of fingers of the scotch and they sat in silence.
“So, you have a woman and kid to look out after.”
A statement—because his brother-in-law knew his character. There was no way in hell Devon would walk away now. Knowing Ali was in danger was enough to send him over the edge.
“Yeah,” he said and tossed back the scotch. He poured more in his glass. This time, though, he sipped at it. They drank in silence. Devon knew better than to talk. Micah was going through the problem in his head.
“Do you think you could have led someone to her?” Micah asked.
“I’m not sure.” And that was the one thing that had been bugging him all night. Had he put his child in danger? He had just found out about her, and the idea that he might have led the intruders to the house made him sick.
“I’m going to lean heavily in the negative category,” Micah said.
He studied his brother-in-law. “Why?”
“First, they would have known you went back there tonight. If they know you, they know you’re trained. Alicia seems pretty well trained.”
“Yeah, her father was MI-6 so it’s a family kind of thing.”
He smiled. “Great. You have a woman who can kill you in your sleep.”
He hated to admit it, but that was kind of a turn on. She was a woman who didn’t need to be taken care of…and the element of danger made her even more attractive. He had sensed it that night, felt it course through her when he touched her. She was beautiful, but that inner strength was sexier to him. Of course, the sexy underwear was fantastic too.
“Earth to Stryker.”
He blinked. “What?”
“You’re sitting there staring off in the distance with a goofy smile on your face.”
“I am not,” he said.
“Yes, you were. Daydreaming about a woman who could snap your neck.”
“She can’t snap my neck. Maybe. Still, she wouldn’t. She had many chances before.”
Micah gave him a strange look. “At least I don’t think she would hurt Dee, and that’s what matters.”
“Why does that matter?”
“Because I love your sister.”
Devon waved that away. “No, why do you say that she wouldn’t hurt Dee?”
“Oh. Well, she was concerned with putting Dee in danger. And, there was the way she was looking at her. She just wouldn’t hurt her.”
“Don’t be that fooled by her demeanor. She’s definitely been trained. I had no idea the night we were together.”
Micah poured himself another shot of scotch. Another few minutes passed before he spoke again. “Yeah, well, what about that? You’re usually so cautious about women.”
He had been. Except on that particular night. There had been something about her. So lonely, and it had resonated with him. When he had touched her, it felt like kismet—as if he had found the one woman meant for him.
That was probably why he had searched for her the way he did.
