as he took the staircase to the concrete pathway, walked past the garden, below the sprawling oak tree, and disappeared into the mansion.
“He’s even better looking than Konrad.” Lexi sighed.
“You think?” asked Devin, taking Amelia’s chubby hands in hers and drawing the baby forward in a front float.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t notice,” Lexi admonished, lying back and stroking a hand through the water, recentering herself in the deep end of the pool.
“I didn’t notice,” Devin lied. “I was too busy fighting him in court.”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t look.”
“It means there’s absolutely nothing about the man that I like.”
“I liked his ass,” teased Lexi. “Then you are a cougar.”
“And I am sorely disappointed to hear that,” came a drawling voice, a clear thread of amusement running through it.
Devin glanced up to see Byron, arms crossed over his chest, feet planted firmly apart, staring openly at Lexi while she sunbathed. He wore faded blue jeans, a denim shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of brown cowboy boots.
“Eyes front, old man,” said Lexi with a waggle of her finger. “I’m not here for your visual entertainment.”
Byron didn’t look away.
Devin lifted Amelia from the water and cradled her cool body against her chest. “Byron, this is my friend Lexi. Lexi, Byron is Lucas’s… what do I call you? Widowed stepfather?”
“I’d say we can go with ‘friend’,” Byron responded, still staring openly at Lexi where she lay on the air mattress.
Lexi pushed her sunglasses back up to the top of her head and propped herself on one elbow. “Do you have a reason for being here?”
Devin coughed out a laugh at Lexi’s blunt manner. “I believe I do.” He turned his attention to Devin. “I was hoping to have a little talk with you, young lady.”
Devin hesitated, not really anxious to be grilled by Byron. “About.?” she asked.
“Come on up here, and I’ll tell you all about it.” Devin stayed put.
“I’m not gonna bite you,” he assured her with a grin. She glanced down at Amelia and saw that the tiny girl was worn out. They were going to have to get out of the water soon anyway. And she had a feeling Byron would wait.
“Why not?” she muttered. The man clearly had something to say. She might as well get this over with. She made her way toward the wide staircase at the end of the pool.
She took a butter-yellow towel from the rack at the edge of the pool deck and wrapped it around Amelia to keep her from getting chilled.
Byron watched her approach. Then he gestured to a lounge chair. Devin accepted his offer, stretching out her legs, draping the ends of the big towel across her bare stomach and thighs.
The sun was warm on her wet limbs and her rapidly drying hair.
As Byron sat down in the lounger on the other side of a small square table, his glance flicked critically to Lexi. Devin didn’t offer to ask Lexi to leave. Whatever the man had to say, he could say in front of her friend.
Byron seemed to accept the situation. “I hear tell you’ve met Steve Foster.”
“I have.” She focused her attention on adjusting the towel, making sure Amelia’s pale, delicate skin was protected from the sun.
After a moment, she looked back up into the silence to see Byron regarding her with penetrating hazel eyes and a grim line of a mouth.
“You know there’s been some trouble between those boys.”
Devin gave a small shrug. “Steve’s helping me out. Lucas is fighting against me. Is that the trouble you’re talking about?”
Water sloshed in the pool as Lexi came off the air mattress.
“More to it than that,” Byron corrected. Devin steadfastly met his gaze. “Anything else is none of my business.”
“I’d be willin’ to bet that it is.”
She shook her head in denial as Lexi made her way through the shallow end and out of the pool.
“You’re the latest pawn in a feud that goes back a considerable long time.”
“I’m not going to be anybody’s pawn.” Devin couldn’t care less about the emotional and financial entanglements of the Demarco family. She was fighting for Amelia, and that was the end of it.
“What is it you’ve got in mind for an endgame?” Devin didn’t understand.
Lexi wrapped a towel, sarong-style, around her dripping wet body and slicked back her blond hair as she moved toward them.
Byron’s gaze tracked Lexi until she sat down. Then he glanced back to Devin. “What is it you’re hoping to get out of this?”
“Amelia,” Devin answered.
Byron’s 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 he’s the only one who’s offered,” said Lexi, from the lounger next to Devin.
Byron stared first at Lexi and then at Devin. “And why do you supposed he’s offered to help?”
Devin kept her voice low since Amelia was drifting off to sleep. “I don’t particularly care.”
Steve’s lawyers were giving her a fighting chance against Lucas.
“Altruism?” Byron mocked.
“A concept you’re obviously unfamiliar with,” Lexi retorted.
Byron ignored Lexi and spoke directly to Devin. “He’s 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 I’m stupid?”
Byron drew back in obvious surprise.
“I’m taking Steve’s offer at face value. I haven’t made him a single promise.”
In fact, she’d offered an outright deal to Lucas to manage the shares if he’d let her keep Amelia, but he didn’t trust her enough to agree.
And who was to say Steve was the bad guy in this little family drama anyway? So far, she’d put the black hat firmly on Lucas’s head. He was the one who’d plotted with Konrad to trick Monica and produce an heir to their grandfather’s company shares. Devin hadn’t 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. He’d 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. That’s what this whole pretty, ‘don’t trust the evil Steve’ speech was leading up to.