CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Devon froze at her murmured words, but she'd slipped back into slumber. Did she realize what she'd said? Had she fallen in love with a man who'd never said those words to anyone besides those he considered family? And why was he not running for the hills as soon as he heard them?
A soft knock interrupted his thoughts, and he left her sleeping, grabbed his cell phone, and locked the door, shutting it behind him as he exited. Ian was waiting for him in the hallway. “Just waiting on Carter, Brody, and Marco. Boomer and Jake pulled in right behind me.”
“Carter's upstairs—he'll be back down in a minute.”
Ian nodded, and his face became grim. “Keon didn't come alone. Two NCIS agents are with him.”
Devon's eyes widened. “f**k. What the hell is going on?”
His brother turned
