“You’re not going to hurt him,” Bess said from the kitchen.
Even Devon had to admit that she’d forgotten the woman was there. “We won’t kill him,” Brodie said. “But if he gets in the way, I’ll put him on his ass.”
Brodie was blunt with everyone, but Devon didn’t like it when he was so honest with her. She expected, when she turned to Bess, to see the woman heartbroken.
Instead, she was shaking her head, not in the same desperate action that Devon felt drove her but almost like she expected nothing less. “I still expect you to look after him,” Bess said. “You bring him to me if you can.”
Brodie didn’t reply, and although he had his back to the kitchen, he took two fingers to his forehead in a pronounced salute of acceptance.
Zara slid an arm around him to rest her head against his shou
