The thought hit Roberto like a punch to the gut: Did he know about Finch?
No, impossible. Roberto shook his head and dismissed it just as quickly as it had come. No one knew. Devlin least of all. But the flicker of unease twisted in his chest, stubbornly refusing to dissipate.
“I want to keep her safe,” Roberto said, his voice lower, more resolute. “I can’t do that if I don’t know where the threat’s coming from.”
Devlin, leaning casually against the car, tilted his head with a knowing look. “If she’s not telling you, there’s a reason.”
“She doesn’t trust me.” The words left his mouth bitterly, and their weight felt heavier than he expected. Sure, he’d known it deep down, but saying it out loud made it real. Kylie didn’t trust him. He dragged a hand over his face, trying to will the fru
