She twirled her drink around on the counter, her fingers nimble. “Smart doesn’t beat the law and you know it.”
The two men returned through the door, along with Dana, whose baby bump looked a little bigger than it had just the other night. Wolfe kept his hand on Dana’s shoulder.
“Hi.” Dana had startling green eyes and an infectious smile this early. “It’s coffee time.”
Wolfe fetched one of the many remaining lattes and handed it to her, standing behind her and settling the cup in her hand. “It’s decaf with almond milk.” He pressed a kiss to her head, and the sight was sweet. Surprisingly sweet.
Jethro removed snow gloves to toss into the sink. “Whatdid we decide?”
“The law won’t help me,” Gemma said sadly, already missing this group of people who’d created a family. For the briefest of moments she’d allowed herself to dream she could be a part of it. Be friends with them, and maybe have an extended group of people to look over Trudy. But Monty would always win this fight, and he’d draw out any battle. Plus, she wasn’t certain he wouldn’t figure out a way to kill her, although she was feeling much safer with these people around her. With Jethro next to her. Yeah, he was definitely part of the pull.
Wolfe flattened his hand across Dana’s entire stomach, pulling her back to rest against him. “Then wetake him out.”
Scott held up a hand. “Whoa. I’m your lawyer. Don’t say things like that in front of me.”
Wolfe rolled his eyes. “I don’t mean we kill him.” He paused and looked at Jethro. “Right?”
“Right,” Jethro said. “We just make his life miserable enough that he decides to leave you alone.”
Wait a minute. “How?” Gemma asked, a slight flicker of hope igniting inside her.
Jethro shrugged. “We find out everything about him and then start taking it all away without harming anybody. It’s really not that difficult, and because he’s a coward who harms women, it’ll be a pleasure for every person on the team.”
“Yoo-hoo,” a chipper voice said, pushing open the front door. “Wolfe? There had better be a latte here for me.” A pretty, very petite woman all but hopped into the room. She had streaked blond hair and looked like a pixie—and was probably in her mid-twenties. “I have security equipment in my rig that you boys need to dig out so I can get to installing it all.” She paused. “Hi.” Her gaze was square on Scott.
He looked as if he’d been hit with a bat. “Hi.”
Jethro’s lips twitched. “Millicent Frost, please meet Scott Terentson.” He drew Gemma forward. “And Gemma Falls.”
“Hi,” Gemma said.
Millicent grinned. “Hello. Call me Millie.”
“Um, hi,” Scott said, his tone throaty. “Millicent Frost? That’s the coolest name I’ve ever heard.”
She rocked back on her heels. “Thanks. How do youknow the gang?”
“I think I’m their lawyer,” Scott said, sounding bewildered about that fact.
Millie lost the smile. “Oh.”
Scott sighed. “Don’tlike lawyers?”
“God no.” She turned to Jethro. “Let’s get this place locked up, shall we? I brought the good stuff.”
Wolfe grinned at Scott. “At least you’re an ex-Marine, according to Force.”
“There’s never anexto the Marine part,” Scott said easily. “Once a Marine…”
Wolfe nodded. “I get that. You ever think of going into anotherline of work?”
“Every day,” Scott said, taking a full drink of the sugary latte.
Chapter Twenty-Five
After a lunch of sandwiches, Jethro finished helping Millie install the security system by the front door while Gemma and Dana cooked something delicious-smelling in the kitchen, chatting like they were old friends. It was something to see Gemma relax and be herself, not only in looks but in personality. She was a sweetheart when she wasn’t running from a batterer.
Millie twisted the sensor into place.
