might spoil during the few weeks she’d be away.
Lexi stopped by the house during Amelia’s afternoon nap. She convinced Devin to join her for a catamaran ride across the bay once the baby woke up. Devin was happy with the excuse to extend her visit. She decided that after the sail, she’d give Amelia her dinner, freshen her up in a bath and then let her fall asleep on the way back to the Demarco mansion.
Out on the lake, in her little swimsuit and a cotton cover-up, Amelia sat happily between Devin’s legs, bouncing on the catamaran’s trampoline deck. When the cool water splashed up through the springy, open-knit fabric, she grabbed at it with her hands, giggling when it disappeared from her little fingers.
“Define kiss,” said Lexi, adjusting the main sail with practiced maneuvers as she changed their direction and they skimmed out across the rippling water.
“A regular kiss,” said Devin.
“On the lips.”
“Yes.” Devin wasn’t sure anything else would have been noteworthy. Though she supposed Lucas kissing her on the cheek or forehead would have been pretty weird, too.
“Full frontal hugging?” asked Lexi.
“Yes,” Devin admitted. And, wow, that had been one great hug.
“Groping?”
“No,” she quickly denied.
“But the kiss was good?” Lexi persisted.
“The kiss was great,” Devin confirmed on a huge sigh of frustration. It would probably go down in the record books as one of her all-time favorite kisses. Whatever his ethics, whatever his conduct, Lucas Demarco knew how to kiss a woman.
She compulsively rolled one of the webbing straps on Amelia’s life jacket into a tight spiral, then she let it spring back open in her hand. “But I don’t get why he did it.” The question had plagued her all night long.
“Sometimes guys don’t have a reason,” Lexi offered, swooping some loose strands of hair back from her face as the wind grew stronger. “They take random action. And, when it comes to sex, they’re ruled by their primal brains.”
“Number one, it wasn’t sex. And number two, Lucas is not a random guy.” And Devin doubted his primal brain ruled any of his actions. “He’s logical, organized and compulsively goal-oriented. When he does something, it’s for a reason.”
“Do you really think you need to add paranoia to this situation?” Lexi pushed hard on the tiller.
The boat canted to one side, and Devin braced herself with a rope handle, holding tight to Amelia. “It doesn’t count as paranoia, when they truly are out to get you.”
Lexi rocked her head back and forth, obviously considering the merits of Devin’s point.
“I’ve been thinking,” Devin added, completely convinced that Lucas’s kiss was part of some well thought out, detailed plan to gain an advantage over her. “I’m not going to just sit back and wait for his next move.”
She anchored her white baseball cap on her head. “If all I do is react to his maneuvers, then I’m going to lose. That’s what happened in the temporary guardianship hearing. He had a plan. I didn’t. And it cost me.”
Lexi loosened the sail. “So, what are you going to do?”
“Make a plan,” Devin answered logically.
“No kidding, Sherlock. What kind of a plan?”
“I’m going to need your help with that.”
It needed to be devious, brilliant, but the simpler the better. It needed to paint Lucas into a corner, but he couldn’t see it coming.
“You could kiss him again,” Lexi offered. “That’s the best you can do?”
“You’d turn the tables on him. You’re a gorgeous woman, you know.”
Devin could see where Lexi was going with this. But is wasn’t something she’d be able to pull off. “I’m not exactly a vamp.”
Lexi’s voice was laced with laughter. “But you could be. You glam up good. I’ll lend you a dress. We’ll do your makeup, get you some sleep-with-me heels, mess around with your hair.”
Devin chuckled in return. “And then what? “
“And then he’s putty in your hands.”
“And…?”
“A little pillow talk. You learn his secrets.” Devin splashed some water at Lexi. “I’m not going to sleep with him.”
“Of course not. Just, you know, put on some sexy clothes, give him a couple of come-hither looks. If you can learn something useful about Konrad—or about Lucas for that matter—you can take it to court.”
Lexi leaned far back to balance the boat in a freshening wind. Devin tightened her hold on Amelia and shifted her weight to help out. The sail rippled loudly in the wind.
“It might work,” Devin called to Lexi. “I find concrete proof that Lucas and Konrad plotted Amelia’s birth for their own financial ends, and I’m home free.”
Lexi slowed the boat down as they neared her beach. “And if he’s already playing you on the sexual front?”
“Then I’ll lull him into a false sense of security.” Devin wasn’t scared. Okay, she was a little intimidated at the thought of playing sexual politics with Lucas. But it was for a good cause, and she’d simply have to make sure she kept her wits about her.
Lexi turned the boat for home. “You should also snoop through his house.”
“I’ve been thinking about talking to the staff,” said Devin. “Just idle chitchat. I’m not going to grill them or anything. And, hey, if there’s something interesting lying out there in plain sight…”
Lexi shot her a conspiratorial grin.
“I refuse to sit back and do nothing,” Devin defended.
“You have my complete support,” said Lexi. “Besides, he’s the one who forced you to stay there in the first place.”
Devin gave a vigorous nod of agreement. “If he’s not smart enough to hide the evidence, then he deserves to get caught.”
“What do you think you’ll find?”
“I have no idea.”
“Looks like we’ve got company.” Lexi nodded to the beach in front of their houses.
“Not Lucas.” Despite her bold words, Devin wasn’t anywhere near ready to put her plan into action. She certainly wasn’t ready to face him yet.
After their kiss last night, she’d escaped directly from the library to her room. Then she’d deliberately waited until his sports car pulled out of the driveway this morning before venturing down from the nursery to feed Amelia breakfast. They’d made a clean break. And, if she was lucky, it would last until tomorrow morning.
“It’s Steve,” said Lexi, adjusting the angle of the catamaran so that it pointed directly at the beach.
As they approached the shore, Devin prepared to jump off. She settled Amelia firmly against one hip, then she turned her body, feet dangling just above the water line.
She jumped and hit the sandy bottom. It slipped away beneath her heels, but she maintained her balance, trotting the last few feet alongside the boat.
She grasped the bow line with one hand, holding Amelia fast with the other. She needn’t have worried. Lexi had put the boat expertly up on the beach and quickly jumped off herself.
Steve stood at the water’s edge, and he stepped forward and smoothly relieved Devin of Amelia.
“Looked like fun out there,” he commented.