his steps at the sound of his brother’s voice.
“No, sir, she is not talking nor does she want to sit down for any interviews. Yes, I’m aware an interview with Mr. Lauer would be impressive; however, I’m telling you Ms. O’Shea is refusing any and all public appearances. Let her be.”
His ears perked up at the mention of Affrica. Interviews? Not doing public appearances? What the hell was going on?
“They won’t leave her alone!” Scott griped.
“She broke a hell of a story, Scott; of course they want to talk to her.” Lex’s calm voice followed.
“I know but she went through hell out there, Lex. I’ve never seen her cry before.”
“I know. But, she made it, Scott. Don’t forget that.”
Reeve pushed through the living room and into the kitchen where Lex stood at the center island cutting up some fruit. His brother leaned against a counter.
“What happened to Affrica?” he demanded.
Scott crossed his arms and arched a brow. “Eavesdropping now?”
“Damn it, Scott. What happened?” He couldn’t explain the tightness in his chest.
His brother and sister-in-law shared a look before meeting his gaze again. “She ran into a bit of trouble in Australia.”
“What?” he asked when Scott didn’t elaborate. He moved to stand directly before his eldest brother. “Tell me.”
“I can’t.”
Frustration swarmed high within him. “Why not? She a member of your SEAL Team, brother? Part of your clandestine operations?”
Scott shook his head. “No. I can’t, because it’s not my place to tell her business.” His brother’s voice was the epitome of calm. “If you want to see her and ask her yourself, she’s over with Tyson and Jayde.” A slight pause. “Just one thing.”
Reeve moved to Lex’s side and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “What’s that?” he asked, swiping a piece of kiwi.
“Lose the attitude before you get there and knock on the door instead of just cruising right on in.”
“That’s two things.” He glared at his brother.
“Two things which may just save your life. Tyson won’t put up with your shit like I do, Reeve.”
He wanted to snap at his brother but he couldn’t. Scott was only telling the truth. He already knew Tyson disproved of how he acted, and while he never voiced it, the man’s feelings were obvious.
He stepped away only to freeze at a light touch. Lex watched him carefully. “Be careful, Reeve. She’s been through a hard time and doesn’t need you adding to her stress.”
A nod was all he afforded her before he left the Leighton house and made a beeline for his car. His name was called before he got there. He stopped and turned to see Scott standing behind him on the steps, a serious expression on his face.
“What?”
“I hope you know what you’re doing, Reeve. When you see her, tell her we expect her for dinner, along with the Kincades.” A slight pause. “And you.”
He ignored the fact his invite seemed an afterthought and inclined his head once. “I do and I will.”
He left with a wave and slid behind the wheel of his car. He’d only recently learned where Tyson Kincade and his family lived.
The trek to Tyson’s took about twenty minutes because of his fast driving and weaving in and out of traffic. “Finally,” he uttered as he parked along the street before their home. He was a very impatient driver, and to top it off, he wanted to see Affrica again.
He climbed out and passed a midnight blue crew cab 2500 GMC pickup. A quick glance back to his car made him think again about Affrica’s comment that none of them had anything to prove. The garage door was open, and he saw Tyson moving around in there. Beside him was a minivan as well. The man wore worn jeans and a torn gray shirt.
“Hello,” he called out.
Tyson turned, and with a single glance, Reeve felt inferior. Wiping his dirty hands off on the rag he held, Tyson approached the opening.
“Figured you’d be by. Women are inside.” He punctuated the
“No, sir, she is not talking nor does she want to sit down for any interviews. Yes, I’m aware an interview with Mr. Lauer would be impressive; however, I’m telling you Ms. O’Shea is refusing any and all public appearances. Let her be.”
His ears perked up at the mention of Affrica. Interviews? Not doing public appearances? What the hell was going on?
“They won’t leave her alone!” Scott griped.
“She broke a hell of a story, Scott; of course they want to talk to her.” Lex’s calm voice followed.
“I know but she went through hell out there, Lex. I’ve never seen her cry before.”
“I know. But, she made it, Scott. Don’t forget that.”
Reeve pushed through the living room and into the kitchen where Lex stood at the center island cutting up some fruit. His brother leaned against a counter.
“What happened to Affrica?” he demanded.
Scott crossed his arms and arched a brow. “Eavesdropping now?”
“Damn it, Scott. What happened?” He couldn’t explain the tightness in his chest.
His brother and sister-in-law shared a look before meeting his gaze again. “She ran into a bit of trouble in Australia.”
“What?” he asked when Scott didn’t elaborate. He moved to stand directly before his eldest brother. “Tell me.”
“I can’t.”
Frustration swarmed high within him. “Why not? She a member of your SEAL Team, brother? Part of your clandestine operations?”
Scott shook his head. “No. I can’t, because it’s not my place to tell her business.” His brother’s voice was the epitome of calm. “If you want to see her and ask her yourself, she’s over with Tyson and Jayde.” A slight pause. “Just one thing.”
Reeve moved to Lex’s side and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “What’s that?” he asked, swiping a piece of kiwi.
“Lose the attitude before you get there and knock on the door instead of just cruising right on in.”
“That’s two things.” He glared at his brother.
“Two things which may just save your life. Tyson won’t put up with your shit like I do, Reeve.”
He wanted to snap at his brother but he couldn’t. Scott was only telling the truth. He already knew Tyson disproved of how he acted, and while he never voiced it, the man’s feelings were obvious.
He stepped away only to freeze at a light touch. Lex watched him carefully. “Be careful, Reeve. She’s been through a hard time and doesn’t need you adding to her stress.”
A nod was all he afforded her before he left the Leighton house and made a beeline for his car. His name was called before he got there. He stopped and turned to see Scott standing behind him on the steps, a serious expression on his face.
“What?”
“I hope you know what you’re doing, Reeve. When you see her, tell her we expect her for dinner, along with the Kincades.” A slight pause. “And you.”
He ignored the fact his invite seemed an afterthought and inclined his head once. “I do and I will.”
He left with a wave and slid behind the wheel of his car. He’d only recently learned where Tyson Kincade and his family lived.
The trek to Tyson’s took about twenty minutes because of his fast driving and weaving in and out of traffic. “Finally,” he uttered as he parked along the street before their home. He was a very impatient driver, and to top it off, he wanted to see Affrica again.
He climbed out and passed a midnight blue crew cab 2500 GMC pickup. A quick glance back to his car made him think again about Affrica’s comment that none of them had anything to prove. The garage door was open, and he saw Tyson moving around in there. Beside him was a minivan as well. The man wore worn jeans and a torn gray shirt.
“Hello,” he called out.
Tyson turned, and with a single glance, Reeve felt inferior. Wiping his dirty hands off on the rag he held, Tyson approached the opening.
“Figured you’d be by. Women are inside.” He punctuated the
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