tapping against keys as he waited for Conner’s answer. “There’s one person I want to bring with me. Sean Kaheaku has been doing some consulting for us, and I think he would be very good to help.”
“Are you sure you can trust him?”
“Yeah. He can be an ass, but he’s one of the best in the security business. He’s related to Eli St. John in a round about way.”
St. John owned and operated a cattle ranch on the Big Island. His previous career had been in the Australian Army.
“I would rather he didn’t know too much before he got here.”
“No problem. Truth is, I would love to have him working for me full time, but he doesn’t like to settle.”
“Okay, how about nine tomorrow? I would start earlier, but we’re all pretty tired.”
“No problem. See you then.”
Conner hung up without saying goodbye. Devon smiled. Conner had always been a little different. FBI to his core, he had a long connection with Dee and for that Devon had put up with him. But, he also found the man to be a solid security expert.
He thought they needed some more food and decided to see if the girls needed anything. Devon stopped. Girls. It was a term that Micah had used on more than one occasion when talking about Dee and Alana. That proprietary air…his girls.
Dammit, now he wanted that. He wanted the right to call them his girls. He had known about Bridget less than four days, but he already felt a connection to her—and Ali…well, she still made his knees go weak.
He shook those thoughts away. He would deal with that as soon as they solved their main problem. Wanting to head out and get the food so they could get Bridget to bed, Devon hurried up the stairs.
* * * *
“This house is really big,” Bridget said as she followed Alicia into the bathroom.
Alicia didn’t correct her daughter’s assumption. It was probably a mansion for Hawaii where land was scarce and expensive. For a girl who grew up on an estate in England, it wasn’t that big. Of course, it was bigger than the house they had in Seattle. She just hoped they could return soon.
Alicia shook those thoughts away and walked to the French doors. Opening them, she drew in a deep breath.
It was breathtaking.
Leave it to Devon to get a house with a view like this. They were in a bay, which gave the house a sense of tranquility she assumed was hard to find on Oahu. There was an old wooden dock where a canoe was tied up. The pool was big and oval, included a waterfall, and some kind of turtles painted on the bottom. There was a hot tub.
“I want to go swimming.”
She chuckled as she smoothed her hand over her daughter’s golden hair. “First, I don’t have a bathing suit for you. You need a new one. And it’s late. Bath first tonight, then we’ll have a snack and you can go to bed.”
“Okay.”
The disappointment was easier to take than the fear that was quickly returning. She knew that someone had breached the levels of security she had spent years constructing. It wasn’t someone who just happened upon the information.
“Hey,” Devon said from the doorway.
“Hey, Devon. Mummy said I can’t go swimming tonight.”
Devon looked from her daughter to Alicia. “Why not?”
She rolled her eyes. “Because, she doesn’t have a bathing suit that fits. We can get one tomorrow.”
He shrugged and looked pitiful. “Sorry, kid. Gotta listen to your mom. Is there anything you need from the grocery store?”
“Could you make sure to have some oatmeal? It’s Bridget’s favorite for breakfast.”
“Your wish is my command. Do you want anything, poppet?” he asked.
Hearing her pet name for her daughter should have made her angry. It was private, the name only she used for Bridget. Instead, it sounded right, even in his horrible American accent.
Her daughter opened her mouth, but Alicia knew Bridget well.
“He’s not going to get you a suit.”
Devon chuckled. “Trust me, you don’t want me picking out your clothes. Ask Dee. I’ll
“Are you sure you can trust him?”
“Yeah. He can be an ass, but he’s one of the best in the security business. He’s related to Eli St. John in a round about way.”
St. John owned and operated a cattle ranch on the Big Island. His previous career had been in the Australian Army.
“I would rather he didn’t know too much before he got here.”
“No problem. Truth is, I would love to have him working for me full time, but he doesn’t like to settle.”
“Okay, how about nine tomorrow? I would start earlier, but we’re all pretty tired.”
“No problem. See you then.”
Conner hung up without saying goodbye. Devon smiled. Conner had always been a little different. FBI to his core, he had a long connection with Dee and for that Devon had put up with him. But, he also found the man to be a solid security expert.
He thought they needed some more food and decided to see if the girls needed anything. Devon stopped. Girls. It was a term that Micah had used on more than one occasion when talking about Dee and Alana. That proprietary air…his girls.
Dammit, now he wanted that. He wanted the right to call them his girls. He had known about Bridget less than four days, but he already felt a connection to her—and Ali…well, she still made his knees go weak.
He shook those thoughts away. He would deal with that as soon as they solved their main problem. Wanting to head out and get the food so they could get Bridget to bed, Devon hurried up the stairs.
* * * *
“This house is really big,” Bridget said as she followed Alicia into the bathroom.
Alicia didn’t correct her daughter’s assumption. It was probably a mansion for Hawaii where land was scarce and expensive. For a girl who grew up on an estate in England, it wasn’t that big. Of course, it was bigger than the house they had in Seattle. She just hoped they could return soon.
Alicia shook those thoughts away and walked to the French doors. Opening them, she drew in a deep breath.
It was breathtaking.
Leave it to Devon to get a house with a view like this. They were in a bay, which gave the house a sense of tranquility she assumed was hard to find on Oahu. There was an old wooden dock where a canoe was tied up. The pool was big and oval, included a waterfall, and some kind of turtles painted on the bottom. There was a hot tub.
“I want to go swimming.”
She chuckled as she smoothed her hand over her daughter’s golden hair. “First, I don’t have a bathing suit for you. You need a new one. And it’s late. Bath first tonight, then we’ll have a snack and you can go to bed.”
“Okay.”
The disappointment was easier to take than the fear that was quickly returning. She knew that someone had breached the levels of security she had spent years constructing. It wasn’t someone who just happened upon the information.
“Hey,” Devon said from the doorway.
“Hey, Devon. Mummy said I can’t go swimming tonight.”
Devon looked from her daughter to Alicia. “Why not?”
She rolled her eyes. “Because, she doesn’t have a bathing suit that fits. We can get one tomorrow.”
He shrugged and looked pitiful. “Sorry, kid. Gotta listen to your mom. Is there anything you need from the grocery store?”
“Could you make sure to have some oatmeal? It’s Bridget’s favorite for breakfast.”
“Your wish is my command. Do you want anything, poppet?” he asked.
Hearing her pet name for her daughter should have made her angry. It was private, the name only she used for Bridget. Instead, it sounded right, even in his horrible American accent.
Her daughter opened her mouth, but Alicia knew Bridget well.
“He’s not going to get you a suit.”
Devon chuckled. “Trust me, you don’t want me picking out your clothes. Ask Dee. I’ll
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