SEAL The Deal (14 page)

The silence appeared to flummox Devon a bit.

“Well, I thank you for coming. Sophie and I, and—” she glanced at Nick and Marc nervously, “are thrilled to see she has so much help.”

“You’re welcome,” was the answer, almost in unison.

“So, let’s see, I haven’t met you yet,” she walked over to Fredo, who stood.

“I’m Fredo, this here is Rory.”

“Dev—on. If this property doesn’t sell, Rory here is an expert at setting things on fire,” Marc volunteered.

“Excuse me? Why on earth would I want to have you burn down this property?”

Nick decided he had to explain. “Rory here had a few rocky teenage years in foster care, didn’t you, Rory?”

“Fuckin’ system—pardon me, ma’am,” Rory said as he nodded to Devon. “Every time I went to a new foster home I hated, I’d burn their garage down.”

Laughter bounced around the group again. Nick could see a scowl creeping over Devon’s pretty forehead.

“That’s illegal,” she said.

“Yes, ma’am. I was counting on the authorities to take me away. Juvenile Hall was way better than some of the foster families I had to stay with.”

“So I suppose you set things on fire now, is that right?”

“Damn straight. Courtesy of Uncle Sam.”

“He’s one of our explosives experts, Devon,” Nick added.

“Great,” she said. “Anything else I should be aware of about this crew of yours, Nick?”

“They’re an acquired taste,” he answered. Everyone laughed again.

Emma, the hospice nurse came barreling out onto the patio. “Please, you must stop this at once. You have awakened her.” Emma’s rotund body shook as she delivered her huffy proclamation. “I must ask you to leave.”

From inside the house, Nick could hear his sister’s voice, screaming, “Eeeemmmmaaa! Get me the fuck out of this bed!”

The SEALs laughed but Devon wasn’t in the mood.

“She needs to rest, guys. Come on, this isn’t like party time, here,” Devon said.

As the men started to clean up their bottles, Marc brought Sophie out to the patio in his arms. Emma followed behind with the wheelchair, and a disgusted look on her face.

“Hey, Devon.”

Devon gave Sophie a kiss on her cheek after Marc deposited her on the lawn chair. “Glad you’re back. Can you get a load of these guys? You and I and all these hunky men? I’m going to die a happy woman.”

They paused at first, but since Marc and Nick were laughing, the rest of the team did as well. Devon remained icy, with her arms crossed over her chest.

“I seriously wish I could entertain you, but I just can’t. I do appreciate the help.”

“No problem. We do this all the time. Help out,” Kyle said.

“Marc, sit with me for a bit,” she asked.

Emma left the wheelchair and stormed back into the house.

Devon sat down next to Sophie on the lounge before Marc could get there. “You like that woman?” she asked. “She’s mean.”

“Nonsense, Devon.”

“Well, Sophie, I’m picking up that Emma doesn’t want you to stay up too late, so, if you don’t mind.” Kyle began as he stood. The other team members stood as well.

“No. Don’t go. I have something I want to say to all of you, now that Devon is back,” Sophie started. “Sit!”

Immediately everyone sat back down.

“I want to thank all of you for protecting my little brother here. And for supporting him with your presence here tonight. It means a lot to him, and it means a lot to me.”

“No problem.”

“One other thing,” Sophie continued. “I want to thank you for taking my brother and turning him into a man. For making him the fine man he is today.”

“Sophie, he’s been there for us, too,” Armando said. “We’re family, and family comes first.”

Sophie was letting tears stream down her cheeks. Nick knew no one was going to wait around much longer. “Devon here,” she placed her hands on Devon’s shoulders and shook her slightly, “doesn’t know much about your ways, but I’ve heard the stories Nick has told me. So, go easy on her, okay?”

“Yes ma’am,” came the unison response. Nick could see Devon’s nervousness. She glanced up at him, and then lowered her eyes. She was clutching her crystal award in her lap.

“We’re going to sell every plant we can, the equipment, carts. Everything. What doesn’t sell, we’ll stack up neatly and take to the dump, or find some place to donate it,” Sophie finished. “It’s going to be a red-letter day.”

Kyle stood, as did everyone else but Devon and Sophie.

“So, we’ll see you tomorrow at oh-seven hundred, Sophie,” Kyle said.

“What about breakfast?” Devon asked.

“We’ll be going out for breakfast at six. We’ll make it back over here by seven. That work for everyone?” Kyle asked again.

“No.” Devon said. “I’ll have breakfast ready here at six.”

“That’s not necessary m—Devon,” Kyle answered softly.

“But I want to. And I think Sophie would enjoy it…right, Soph?”

“If I’m up. Why don’t you guys do that? Least we could do for you.”

 “Well thanks. A home-cooked breakfast would be nice.”

“What do you guys eat?” Devon asked.

There was shuffling and mumbling back and forth. Nick spoke up, “Scrambled eggs, orange juice, pancakes, biscuits, sausage, bacon and fruit, plus lots of coffee, and perhaps a couple bloody Marys.”

“And cinnamon rolls,” Jones added.

Nick saw the resolve in Devon’s jaw. “Done.”

The men said their goodbyes. Sophie whispered to Devon. “You’re holding out on me. I didn’t know you could cook.”

Devon whispered back, “I can’t cook worth a damn. Only breakfast. I only cook eggs, bacon and such. I’m hoping I can help someone else with the pancakes.”

Sophie beamed. “Good girl. Thanks for being the hostess I can’t be right now. We’ll have fun tomorrow.”

After the guys left, Emma wheeled Sophie back to her room. Nick, Devon and Marc went back onto the screened porch at the back of the house. Sounds of the guys getting their bedding out and settling down drifted through the doorway.

“Okay, so I better get to the store,” Devon whispered with a sigh.

“Not a chance. I got this. Keys, please?” Marc said to Nick.

While Nick was fishing in his pants for the keys, Devon took sixty dollars out of her purse and handed it to Marc. He backed away with his palms out.

“Nope. Put that away.”

“Please, I insist. I know I can afford it, especially with what they pay you in the military.”

“Wouldn’t even consider it,” Marc said stiffly and walked out. He slammed the front door behind him.

“He pissed at me?” Devon asked.

“What do you think?” Nick was sitting on the porch railing. “Come here, Devon.”

“No.”

“Come here. I want to say something to you.” He tried for a warm smile, but Nick noticed she didn’t want to let her guard down. She walked to within arm’s length of him. Nick wiggled his fingers to ask her to come further forward, and she took one small, deliberate step closer. “One thing you need to know about these warrior types. Maybe it will help you in the future, if you ever actually want to score some points with them. Maybe not.” He shrugged. “But I feel compelled to tell you that if they offer their services, you always say yes. Always.”

“What if those services are something you don’t think is morally sound?”

He could tell she was embarrassed, fearful of revealing too much about her feelings. But he could tell what was on her mind, just under the surface of her consciousness.

“Dev.” He looked up at her and put a finger to her lips. “I like calling you Dev, and I don’t think that shows you any disrespect.”

He took both her hands in his. “I’d like to negotiate a truce. Start over. But I need you to do your part. Don’t ever question the integrity or honor of these guys again.”

“But I just wanted to pay for—“

“Shhh.” His finger went to her mouth again. He wanted to rub it along her lower lip, but her sharp inhale made him realize he had to be careful with her right now. “What you offered to do was real nice. Real nice. You cook, and you can order us all around the kitchen and demand we do the entire cleanup. But don’t stop us from being who we are. And do not question our intentions.”

Chapter 16

Devon was alone in the guest room after Nick said his gentle good nights. She leaned against the door, her insides doing flip-flops. Tonight had been confusing. She’d been so sure she was justified in her anger towards Nick earlier, in spite of his efforts to speak with her before she left for the awards dinner, but now she was halfway hoping they could have that talk.

She thought about everything that had happened tonight. On the way to the dinner she’d gotten another call from the broker representing the owner next door, and even though she reminded him the listing had been pulled from the market temporarily, he let her know he wasn’t going away. The speakerphone was loud, so she’d adjusted it down.

“I don’t think you understand. Miss Chun—“

“You mean Mr. Rodriguez.” Devon knew the owner of the winery next door was the real force behind the interest.

“Well, yes, he is involved too, yes. But it would be so much easier if Miss Dunn would just cooperate.”

“Or what?”

“I’m sorry, but it would be to her advantage.”

“Are you threatening me, Mr. Silva?” she asked.

He nervously chuckled. “Of course not, Miss Brandeburg. What a preposterous idea.”

“Then stop calling me. You and your client will have the same opportunity to buy the property as anyone else. That’s the way I do things. That’s the way it’s going to be.”

She’d hit the end call button on her steering wheel and decided not to pick up if he called back.

The rest of the long country road journey had a chilling effect on her, until she reached the city limits and the safety of streetlights and well-lit intersections.

The awards ceremony had dragged on too long. All evening she’d kept looking at the vacant chair next to her, which had been provided by her broker. Nick could have been sitting in that chair. Nick could have twirled her around the dance floor. Even though she had still been angry with him at the time, she also knew he would have made her feel safe.

After the presentations, she was honored with the overall top producer award for the previous year. The clear leaded crystal triangle was engraved with her name and the company logo. It stood nearly a foot tall and was rather heavy. She begged out of staying longer, saying goodbye to several of her co-workers who were beginning to make a spectacle with alcohol. It was time to leave.

The nervousness had returned on her long trip back to Sophie’s, because she knew something was very off about the neighbor and the odd broker call today. Even the jazz station she’d turned on didn’t help as her Lexus traveled over the near pitch-black country road back to Sophie’s. Every little spark of light caught her attention as she imagined a car darting out from one of the blind driveways she passed. Even the headlights of oncoming traffic made her jumpy. She worried that the distant lights behind her belonged to someone following her, and was relieved when they turned off on a side road.

The scene in Sophie’s parking lot, which resembled a Hummer convention, made it clear there would be no private talks with Nick tonight, and maybe never, since they obviously would not have any privacy.

Nick’s little lecture just before they’d said goodnight also bothered her. Tomorrow was going to be a long day. She knew she’d probably step on toes again. For being such a bunch of tough guys, they sure had thin skin. Why was it
her
job to walk on eggshells? What was wrong with a girl asking to pay for things if she wanted to? Was that not her right to spend her hard-earned money how she pleased? Some of her anger returned. She sighed and tried to put it all out of her mind.

She shed her clothes, listening to the sounds of men showering and walking back and forth outside her door as they readied for bed. She wondered where Nick was going to sleep tonight. She remembered the big bed, and the fireplace, as she slipped between the cool sheets of Sophie’s guest room. Missing was the smell of his chest and the feel of his arms around her.

Someday.
She’d had a taste of something wonderful, and she wanted it again. If it could happen once, it could happen again.

Am I waiting for Prince Charming…or waiting for Nick?

Her heart gave a big shrug.

Light streamed into the little bedroom early. Checking the clock, she panicked. It was already 5:30. She heard noise in the kitchen.

Pulling on her jeans and T-shirt, she glanced at herself in the mirror. She’d forgotten to take the clips out of her hair, and it looked like the pelt of a wild brown bear, done up in sparklies. Quickly she removed the rhinestones and pulled her hair back in a scrunchie. Adding some lipstick, she dashed into the hallway and ran into someone who knocked her back into the doorway.

His familiar scent had sent a chill down her spine even before their bodies collided. His gravelly whisper was soft and sensual.

“Sorry, Devon. Didn’t mean to—“

“Oh, don’t worry about it. After all—” She was suddenly remembering what they’d done in the motel and she couldn’t finish. Looking up to his face, she softened. “I’m good with the truce thing.” She felt short of breath.

He sighed. “That’s good to hear.”

They stood awkwardly until Marc appeared round the corner. “Ah! There’s the cook. Your services are needed, ma’am,” he commanded.

Devon smiled back up at Nick this time. She placed her palm against his chest in a small farewell gesture. He was quick to give it a squeeze. Just that little touch of his hand on hers brightened her spirits as she turned to follow Marc.  And then she heard something that sent her heart racing. Nick stepped to her backside, his chest against her. The rumble and vibration of his voice set her on fire.

“Um, Marc, buddy. I gotta have a little chat with Devon for a sec. Can you cover for her?”

Marc gave them an appraisal with full approval. “Sure, man. You got it. Half these guys aren’t up yet anyway. Go have your talk.”

Devon felt Nick’s large paw grab her hand as he wheeled her around and drew her into the guest bedroom, closing the door behind him. Her chest was pounding as he pressed her against the door, his big shoulders and arms completely encircling her body, holding her tight to him. He bent down and gave her a deep, penetrating kiss.