got us lost several times.”
“I was taking the scenic routes,” Russell defended. “I don’t get lost. I have a pigeon’s instinct.”
“You need a sat nav just to cross the street,” Gertie teased. “Not that you leave your precious chair often enough to do it.”
Russell huffed at her and then turned to Devon, who forced a smile. Whatever he saw on her face made him frown. “Something’s wrong.”
The man was far too observant. “I’ll tell you about it in the car.” Devon took the suitcase. “Come on, I’m parked at the terminal.” As she drove to their house, she relayed the entire story. Furious, they launched questions at her and berated her for not calling them. “If I’d told you about it, you’d have ended your trip early, and for what? There was nothing you could have done.”
“That’s not the point,” clipped Russell. “You’re our daughter—we have every right to know if you’re in danger.”
“You should have called, Devon,” insisted Gertie, her lips thin. “You’d expect the same from us.”
Devon sighed. “I’m sorry.”
Gertie made a pfft sound. “No, you’re not. You didn’t want us to come home early in case the trouble touched us, did you?”
“I was kind of hoping it would be resolved by the time you got back,” said Devon. “Hopefully Lockwood can shine some light on a few things, though I’m not optimistic about it.”
Gertie nibbled on her lip. “Have you told Drew about this?”
Devon eased her foot on the pedal as they approached a red light. “I’ll tell him when it’s over. The last thing I want is him in the general vicinity of Knox and Harper.” Her brother cared for Harper in his way and, jealous that she was mated to Knox, had tried coming between them—that hadn’t ended well for Drew at all. And since he wasn’t someone who learned his lessons easily, she couldn’t trust that he wouldn’t try it again.
Finally, she reached her parents’ house. Devon helped them haul the luggage inside, doing her best to ignore the disappointed looks they gave her. She’d expected their anger, and she figured they had a right to it, so she didn’t comment.
As Russell headed straight to his beloved armchair in the living room, Gertie rolled her eyes. “How did I know he’d do that? It’s just typical that he’d … What’s that on your hand?” She grasped Devon’s palm and studied the mark there. Her brows lifted. “Well, I’m guessing it was Harper’s bodyguard who marked you. I’ve seen the way you two are with each other.”
Devon had not just blushed. “Let’s not talk about the pooch.”
Gertie’s mouth quirked just a little. “Fine. How about some tea? Or maybe vodka. I always feel better after a shot of vodka.”
“I’m good with tea—I’m driving.”
Gertie’s smile faltered. “God, Devon, I’m so worried about you. I can’t stop thinking about what happened.”
And this was another reason why she hadn’t called her parents. Gertie was the type to obsess over things. Devon put a hand on her shoulder. “I’m not going to tell you not to worry—that would be stupid and pointless. But please know that I’m being as careful as I can be. And I’m not in this alone. I have more people protecting me than my ego can take, actually.”
Russell spoke, flicking through the TV channels with his remote control, “Well, I’ll be calling Jolene and demanding to know what else she’s doing to find the bastard who’s after you. And Finn needs to pull his finger out of his ass and get this shit sorted fast. He’s always been absolutely useless.”
“Jolene’s doing all she can—she always does,” Devon told him.
“But she’s not doing enough, or the threat to you would be gone.” Gertie rubbed at her temples. “Whoever spoke through Sheridan said they’d see you soon. They’re not going to stop, are they?”
“Mom, please don’t obsess over this.”
Russell snorted. “Like she could do anything else. Making me a coffee and something to eat might help keep her mind off it, though.”
Gertie sighed at him. “It wouldn’t kill you to fix yourself something to eat and drink, you know.” She cast a mournful look at the full suitcase. “I’ve got some laundry to do, and I’m not looking forward to it.”
Russell gave her a look that was pure false sympathy. “It’s not going to do itself, so you should probably get started.”
Gertie shot him a scowl that had no real anger in it. “So freaking lazy.”
“I’ve never pretended to be anything else.” He looked at Devon. “Have