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birds—my three favorite things.”
“Well, God forbid we miss out on such splendor,” Kane said mockingly.
Lloyd shot him a disapproving look before turning to Abby. “Kane doesn’t appreciate the simple things in life.” He placed the coffee mugs on a steel tray. “He’s also too sarcastic for his own good. Don’t blame him for that, though. It’s his nature.”
Abby followed Lloyd through the sliding glass door that led out to a large stone terrace. She sank into one of the high-backed wicker chairs surrounding the white table, breathing in the fresh, balmy air. “You’re right,” she said to Lloyd as he handed her the coffee mug. “It’s gorgeous out.”
“At least one of you appreciates it,” Lloyd responded. He set Kane’s mug on the table and headed back to the kitchen.
“Where’d Morgan find that guy?” she asked, watchingas Lloyd ducked to avoid hitting his head on the doorframe. “The Dallas Cowboys?”
“Nothing so glamorous. He was working as a Mob enforcer in Boston when he and Morgan crossed paths.” Kane lifted his cup to his lips and took a long sip. She couldn’t help but be drawn to his mouth. It was far too sensual. Wide, with a bottom lip slightly fuller than the top one. His mouth was his only soft feature. Everything else about him was hard, rugged, piercing.
“Checking me out?” he quipped, eyeing her over the rim of the mug.
“Trying to figure you out,” she corrected. “How’d you meet Jim?”
“He approached me after I left the SEALs. I’ve been working for him for eight years now.”
“You were a SEAL?”
He nodded. “So was Luke, but he was with the East Coast teams. I was with the West. What about you? How did you end up working for Noelle?”
Abby sipped her coffee, letting the hot liquid slide down her throat. “She found me when I was doing contract work for the CIA. She made me a better offer and I took it.”
Kane looked intrigued. “Did she train you, or was that Jeremy Thomas?”
Her throat clogged at the sound of Jeremy’s name. She stayed quiet. She didn’t like talking about Jeremy. He’d died seven years ago, yet the loss was still fresh, a painful vise that squeezed her heart.
“Tell me,” Kane asked curiously, “why did an Army Ranger decide to adopt a fifteen-year-old foster kid?”
“You’d have to ask Jeremy that,” she answered in a cool voice.
“I’d like to, but apparently he’s dead,” Kane said bluntly. “Want to fill in the blanks?”
“No.”
“I thought so.”
“On the plane you told me you knew Devlin,” she said suddenly. “I want to know about him.”
Kane narrowed his eyes. “Why? Are you planning on launching a second attack on him?”
“No, but I’m pretty sure he’s going to try to come after me.”
“Because you tore his eye out.”
“Yeah, and because he couldn’t break me. He seems like the type of man who doesn’t handle failure very well.”
Kane laughed. “You’ve got that right.”
“I found only the bare details when I researched him before going undercover. I need to know more. What am I up against?”
“Take your definition of
sick bastard
and multiply it by ten thousand. That’s Devlin.”
She sighed. “That bad?”
“Oh yes.”
“I know he was born in Liverpool, raised by his father. His mother was South African and died in childbirth. That’s all I managed to find out.” She took another sip of coffee. “Do you know more about his background?”
“More than I want to know,” Kane said, letting out a breath. “He left England and moved to South Africa when he turned eighteen, wanted to learn more about where his mother came from. Turned out she came from a shady family that had been smuggling diamonds into Liberia for years. Devlin dabbled in smuggling for awhile but decided the family business bored him. He found being a soldier for hire far more exciting.”
“And you know all this how?”
“Morgan was considering hiring him. He came on an
“Well, God forbid we miss out on such splendor,” Kane said mockingly.
Lloyd shot him a disapproving look before turning to Abby. “Kane doesn’t appreciate the simple things in life.” He placed the coffee mugs on a steel tray. “He’s also too sarcastic for his own good. Don’t blame him for that, though. It’s his nature.”
Abby followed Lloyd through the sliding glass door that led out to a large stone terrace. She sank into one of the high-backed wicker chairs surrounding the white table, breathing in the fresh, balmy air. “You’re right,” she said to Lloyd as he handed her the coffee mug. “It’s gorgeous out.”
“At least one of you appreciates it,” Lloyd responded. He set Kane’s mug on the table and headed back to the kitchen.
“Where’d Morgan find that guy?” she asked, watchingas Lloyd ducked to avoid hitting his head on the doorframe. “The Dallas Cowboys?”
“Nothing so glamorous. He was working as a Mob enforcer in Boston when he and Morgan crossed paths.” Kane lifted his cup to his lips and took a long sip. She couldn’t help but be drawn to his mouth. It was far too sensual. Wide, with a bottom lip slightly fuller than the top one. His mouth was his only soft feature. Everything else about him was hard, rugged, piercing.
“Checking me out?” he quipped, eyeing her over the rim of the mug.
“Trying to figure you out,” she corrected. “How’d you meet Jim?”
“He approached me after I left the SEALs. I’ve been working for him for eight years now.”
“You were a SEAL?”
He nodded. “So was Luke, but he was with the East Coast teams. I was with the West. What about you? How did you end up working for Noelle?”
Abby sipped her coffee, letting the hot liquid slide down her throat. “She found me when I was doing contract work for the CIA. She made me a better offer and I took it.”
Kane looked intrigued. “Did she train you, or was that Jeremy Thomas?”
Her throat clogged at the sound of Jeremy’s name. She stayed quiet. She didn’t like talking about Jeremy. He’d died seven years ago, yet the loss was still fresh, a painful vise that squeezed her heart.
“Tell me,” Kane asked curiously, “why did an Army Ranger decide to adopt a fifteen-year-old foster kid?”
“You’d have to ask Jeremy that,” she answered in a cool voice.
“I’d like to, but apparently he’s dead,” Kane said bluntly. “Want to fill in the blanks?”
“No.”
“I thought so.”
“On the plane you told me you knew Devlin,” she said suddenly. “I want to know about him.”
Kane narrowed his eyes. “Why? Are you planning on launching a second attack on him?”
“No, but I’m pretty sure he’s going to try to come after me.”
“Because you tore his eye out.”
“Yeah, and because he couldn’t break me. He seems like the type of man who doesn’t handle failure very well.”
Kane laughed. “You’ve got that right.”
“I found only the bare details when I researched him before going undercover. I need to know more. What am I up against?”
“Take your definition of
sick bastard
and multiply it by ten thousand. That’s Devlin.”
She sighed. “That bad?”
“Oh yes.”
“I know he was born in Liverpool, raised by his father. His mother was South African and died in childbirth. That’s all I managed to find out.” She took another sip of coffee. “Do you know more about his background?”
“More than I want to know,” Kane said, letting out a breath. “He left England and moved to South Africa when he turned eighteen, wanted to learn more about where his mother came from. Turned out she came from a shady family that had been smuggling diamonds into Liberia for years. Devlin dabbled in smuggling for awhile but decided the family business bored him. He found being a soldier for hire far more exciting.”
“And you know all this how?”
“Morgan was considering hiring him. He came on an
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