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And Raeg had a feeling he just placed the first nail in his own coffin.
“She bakes those goddamned cakes herself, you moron,” he snapped at his brother when there was no one else to yell at. “When are you going figure that out?”
Falcon scooped up the last bite with relish before lifting his brow with a knowing smile. “Since the first one I ate? Try learning how to deal with her, Raeg, maybe then she’d cook for us. I hear she’s quite good at it. I’ll be waiting in the car. Make sure she doesn’t run.”
“Me?” he growled. “Why me?”
Falcon shrugged, moving for the door. “Because. You’re the one who pissed her off.”
Chapter
THREE
Her brother Caleb was waiting for them when they stepped into the kitchen from the attached garage of her house. The low light from the counter illuminated the large, country-style room with its wide work island, breakfast nook, and multitude of cabinets and windows.
She’d had the house completely remodeled after she’d bought it from her broth
er. She was an agent, with all the paranoid tendencies that went with it. Exterior walls were lead-lined, windows were bullet resistant, shades made to screw with infra-red and heat-detecting technology. The inside window shutters were merely added security.
The security system wasn’t just installed by her brother, it was created by him as well, right down to the footfall detector on the walk leading to the porch and on the porch itself.
“So far, there’s no sign of a sniper,” Caleb informed them as he carried a pot of coffee to the table as Whitt, one of his former Special Forces team members, collected cups. “Watchers are having problems watching the houses,” he grinned. “They don’t care much for the alligators that creep around the grounds at night.”
“Who needs security guards?” Summer murmured.
Caleb chuckled at the comment. Even in the low light, his eyes—nearly the same color as hers—gleamed in the near darkness. Short black hair, beard, and mustache. He looked like a pirate. He had been known to act like one on occasion too.
“We’ll go over everything I’ve pulled in since Falcon and Raeg showed up in the morning,” he promised. “Daddy’s expecting all three of you at the house before breakfast. He likes to chat on the front porch over coffee, and Momma likes Summer’s help in the kitchen.” He gave them all a warning look. “That’s you and Falcon as well, Raeg. You don’t want the major to come looking for you.”
Oh God.
That was going to be a disaster.
Her daddy would take one look at Falcon and Raeg, then give her one of those disappointed looks she hated so badly. And that was just the beginning.
Her daddy knew her, could read her like a book. That meant she was really in trouble.
“Daddy’s askin’ questions, Summer,” he warned her next. “Especially about the work you’ve been doing with Falcon and Raeg that had Dragovich coming after you. He was on the phone with Davis Allen when I left the house earlier.”
That was not a good thing. It was bad. It was so very bad, and she was just in so much trouble.
“Daddy will take a switch to me,” she groaned. “I am such dead meat, Caleb.”
She was aware of Raeg frowning at her and Falcon’s curiosity as they listened to the exchange.
“Eh, not this week,” her brother promised, highly amused. “His knees are acting up. Just run. Hell, you could outrun him in those four-inch heels you wear if you wanted to.”
Her momma would do it then.
“Breakfast, boys.” Caleb lifted his hand and headed for the garage door. “I’d get there early, Summer. Help Momma with breakfast. You know how she likes that. Then she might not chase you down for Daddy when he mentions that switch.”
He just wasn’t going to be nice to her tonight, was he?
“You’re bein’ ugly to me, Caleb,” she sighed, pretty much resigned. “And that is so not fair.”
Without answering the accusation, he shot her an amused grin before he disappeared into the garage. Seconds later a muted beep to her cellphone had a map flashing on screen of the yard, showing his and Whitt’s progress.
At least the security system worked.
