What is it youve got in mind for an endgame?
Devin didnt understand.
Lexi wrapped a towel, sarong-style, around her dripping wet body and slicked back her blond hair as she moved toward them.
Byrons gaze tracked Lexi until she sat down. Then he glanced back to Devin. What is it youre hoping to get out of this?
Amelia, Devin answered.
Byrons skepticism came through in his squint. He leaned forward. Just between you, me and the hitching post?
Devin leaned toward him. Amelia, she repeated.
There was a long pause.
And you think ol Steve can give you a hand with that.
We think hes the only one whos offered, said Lexi, from the lounger next to Devin.
Byron stared first at Lexi and then at Devin. And why do you supposed hes offered to help?
Devin kept her voice low since Amelia was drifting off to sleep. I dont particularly care.
Steves lawyers were giving her a fighting chance against Lucas.
Altruism? Byron mocked.
A concept youre obviously unfamiliar with, Lexi retorted.
Byron ignored Lexi and spoke directly to Devin. Hes sidling up to you like some slick ol polecat. He helps you now. You help him later. If you know what I mean.
Devin blinked. Have I done something to make you think Im stupid?
Byron drew back in obvious surprise.
Im taking Steves offer at face value. I havent made him a single promise.
In fact, shed offered an outright deal to Lucas to manage the shares if hed let her keep Amelia, but he didnt trust her enough to agree.
And who was to say Steve was the bad guy in this little family drama anyway? So far, shed put the black hat firmly on Lucass head. He was the one whod plotted with Konrad to trick Monica and produce an heir to their grandfathers company shares. Devin hadnt forgotten that.
Steve would steal your last dollar as soon as look at you, Byron warned.
As opposed to Lucas? she asked.
Lucas lets you see him coming.
Devin gave a nod to that. Lucas had certainly been up front about the fact that he wanted to take Amelia away from her. Hed also been pretty clear that his interest in the baby was financial.
Devin found her hold tightening on Amelia.
Listen up, said Byron, shifting in the lounger so he faced Devin more directly.
No, you listen up, Lexi interrupted. You are not going to convince Devin to give up her lawyers.
I had no intention-
Of course you did. Thats what this whole pretty, dont trust the evil Steve speech was leading up to. And its not going to work.
Im simply suggesting she might want to be careful.
Lexi crossed her arms over her chest. With a glance at Amelias sleeping form, she lowered her voice. We are being careful. She paused. We dont trust anyoneincluding you.
Devin agreed with Lexi on that point. There wasnt a single member of the Demarco family she could afford to trust. She was on her own in this. Well, except for Lexi.
Byron heaved a large sigh. I guess theres nothing left for me to say.
No, Lexi agreed. Theres not.
Byron glanced back to Devin. Im on your side.
She coughed out a laugh of disbelief. Youre on Lucass side.
Lucas is an honorable man.
An honorable man wouldnt try to rip an innocent baby from the arms of her loving aunt.
Byrons gaze moved briefly to the sleeping Amelia and then back to Devin. Youre here, arent you?
It was his Hail Mary play in court, she responded. He only made the offer because he knew the judge was about to rule for me.
Byron came to his feet. He gave his head a small shake, making a clicking sound in his cheek that transmitted his disagreement with her statement. You cant trust Steve, he said simply.
Funny, Lexi responded. Thats exactly what Steve says about the rest of you.
You cannot leave Amelia with these people, Lexi stage-whispered after Byron had disappeared into the house.
No kidding, Devin responded.
She poured herself a glass of iced tea from a pitcher that someone had placed on the table. Devin felt a twinge of guilt for letting herself be waited on by the Demarco staff. But she was thirsty, and she didnt want to disturb Amelia.
Lexi followed suit. Why cant rich people be nice? she asked as the ice cubes clinked against her glass. If I was rich, Id still be nice.
That should be my new book proposal, Devin mused, getting another twinge of guilt when she talked about writing. She was behind on her manuscript, and her deadline was looming. Nice and Rich, she said, trying a title on for size. The Art of Doing Them Both Together. It actually wasnt half-bad.
Lexi lifted her glass in a mock toast. The rich truly do need your help.
Devin grimaced. Unfortunately, I dont know the first thing about being rich.
Take a look at all this, said Lexi, gesturing in a circle. What better place to do your research?
Devin rolled the idea around in her head.
She glanced from the pool to the tennis courts, the private dock and boathouse, and the humongous mansion that required a map to navigate. It didnt get much richer than this. And the Demarcos were certainly prime examples of nasty.
Her editor would probably be a lot more forgiving of a late manuscript if she had another book idea in the hopper.
Here he comes again, Lexi intoned.
Byron? Devin resisted the urge to twist her head to see the staircase behind her.
Lucas. Lexi took a sip of the iced tea, leaned back and adjusted the damp towel. You might want to start taking notes.
Devin couldnt help a calculating smirk as Lucas made his way across the pool deck. She wondered how hed feel about starring in her next book.
He was still wearing his business suit and a pair of perfectly shined dress shoes, though it had to be seventy degrees this afternoon, hotter in the sunshine. His glance went to Amelia, and he seemed to realize she was sleeping.
I need to talk to you, he whispered.
You can use your normal voice, Devin responded, finding herself watching him closely, thinking about his life and his world and how she might use the Demarcos as fodder for her next book. Just dont shout.
Okay, he agreed, testing the chair that Byron had vacated earlier with the back of his hand. Apparently, satisfied that it was dry, he sat down sideways, those expensively shod feet firmly planted on the textured, concrete deck.
He gazed at Amelia for a long minute. Then he glanced to Devin, uncertainty plain on his aristocratic face. I canuh, hold her. That is, if you dont mind.
Devins mouth quirked in a reflexive grin. You want to hold Amelia?
He smoothed his palms along his suit pants. Yes. Sure. He nodded, still watching Amelia as if he was afraid she might explode. Id like to hold her.
Why?
His gray eyes narrowed. Because shes my niece.
Devin shifted a little, but Amelia didnt stir. It was probably a good time for Lucas to take another shot. Have you ever held a baby before?
Just the one time, he admitted.
Devin couldnt help but note the wary expression on his face. Okay. She scooted carefully forward.
At the last minute, she realized that once Amelia was out of her arms, shed be sitting here in nothing but her bikini. She gritted her teeth and told herself to buck up. Lucas would probably be so busy worrying about Amelia that he wouldnt even notice.
She rose and placed the baby carefully in his arms.
His gaze shifted to her cleavage and stayed there.
She quickly straightened and stepped back. She briefly debated dashing across the deck to get herself another towel, but she decided that would be too obvious.
She sat down on the lounger and laid back, pretending she didnt care about the bikini and truly appreciating the empty arms. She enjoyed holding Amelia, but the baby girl did get heavy after a while.
Lexi had kept silent, watching with undisguised interest while Lucas held Amelia.
He seemed to relax ever so slightly, turning, shifting back and putting his legs up on the lounger. He gingerly moved Amelia to a more comfortable position. She wriggled in the big towel, but then went still.
Devin tried not to notice how good he looked with a baby in his arms. For some reason, the bundle of sleeping Amelia seemed to soften the edges of his expression. He came across as protective instead of harsh. It made him even more attractive, if that was possible.
What did you want to talk about? she asked him, hoping he wasnt round two of a tag-team match with Byron.
A nanny, said Lucas, his attention still fixed on Amelia.
Theres no rush, she responded. Im perfectly capable of taking care of Amelia.
I know you are, he acknowledged. But you might not always be here.
She glared at him.
Is that a threat? Lexi asked.
Lucas seemed to remember she was there. Ive never made a secret of the fact that I intend to win guardianship, he told them both.
As do I, said Devin.
Lucas stared evenly back at her. If you do, you can fire the nanny. If not, I thought you might like to help me choose. He paused, while Devin sorted the offer out in her mind.
She didnt want to even consider the possibility of leaving Amelia with Lucas. Her brain almost refused to go to the worstcase scenario. But it might come to that. And if it did, and she had to leave Her stomach contracted with pain, and she had to resist the urge to snatch Amelia out of Lucass arms.
If it came to that, wouldnt she feel better knowing who was caring for Amelia? And would it not be in her best interest to develop a positive relationship with her?
Im not a monster, said Lucas.
Lexi gave a grunt of disbelief.
Lucas shot her a quelling look before returning his attention to Devin. Im after exactly the same thing as you.
For very different reasons.
He shook his head and sighed. Im going to choose a nanny, Devin. You can help me or not, its entirely up to- He gasped in horror.
Devin sat bolt upright in shock. What?
Lucas nearly leveled her with a look. Is this child wearing a diaper?
Devin shouldnt laugh. She couldnt laugh. Oh, dear. She quickly clapped her hand to her mouth.
I am wearing a Brioni suit, Lucas ground from between clenched teeth.
Sorry about that, Devin managed to say.
You might have mentioned-
I forgot, she answered honestly.
Forgive me if I have a hard time believing you.
I didnt mean But she was struggling once more not to laugh. Babies are messy, she warned him.