He remained stiff next to her. “Millie, I have six buddies of mine from the service on a rotating schedule around that ranch. Honestly, a foreign army couldn’t invade.”
Millie winced and pushed curly hair out of her face. “That might be a bit extreme.”
“I know, and that’s just the beginning. The kid hasn’t even been born yet. It’s a good thing we live in the compound.”
Millie patted his wet jeans, trying to offer reassurance. “The compound is very safe.” Angus Force and his team owned several miles of property outside of DC where they were building houses in a nice little cul-de-sac. A fence enclosed the entire area, and she had no doubt that cameras and booby traps covered the perimeter.
“Speaking of which,” Wolfe said. “We don’t have enough booby traps yet. We need you to start creating some that won’t harm wildlife or possible kids running around.”
“No challenge there,” she murmured.
He nudged her with his shoulder and nearly knocked her off the porch. “If anybody can do it, it’s you.”
“You’re not wrong,” she agreed, already formulating plans in her head.
“Oh, and I’m not sure if you knew this, but one of the lots is yours.”
This was news. “Huh?”
“Yeah,” Wolfe said. “Since Serena sold her house to Gemma and the Brit, we platted out another house for Serena. Then we figured we’d start a foundation for yours next to it. You’d be across the street from Ian and Oliver.”
Millie jolted. “Are Ian and Oliver aware they have homes?”
“I don’t know.” Wolfe lifted a shoulder. “But they certainly are on the plat.”
“Wolfe, I’m not sure I want to move that far out.”
He stretched his neck. “Didn’t your home just blow up?”
The wind picked up and she shivered. “Yes.”
“Well, then, there you have it.” As was Wolfe’s way, he turned as if finished with the conversation.
It might be nice to live in a small neighborhood with her friends. She fleetingly wondered how Scott would like living there, then banished the thought. Even though the night had been incredible, they certainly hadn’t spoken about the future.
As if reading her mind, Wolfe continued. “Does Terentson have many good friends?”
“Um, I think so. He’s good friends with Tate Bianchi because they’re on the same football team, and I know he plays poker with some guys.”
“Oh, I play poker with him sometimes,” Wolfe said.
Of course he did. She looked at him. “Why do you ask?”
He shrugged. “I just think it’d be fun to be in a wedding. So far, none of our crew has gotten married. I mean, everyone’s engaged, but we all keep getting caught up in cases, and there haven’t been any weddings planned. Mine’s probably the first, but Dana doesn’t want to get married till after the baby’s born. Don’t ask me why. I don’t get it.”
Millie did. Dana seemed logical, but was also a dreamer. “She probably wants the fairy-tale wedding with the beautiful dress.”
“I just want to marry the woman,” he said. “But I’ll give her time.” He glanced at Millie. “Not a lot of time.”
She smiled. “I understand. For the record, I think you’re going to make a wonderful father.”
“Maybe. I’ll try,” Wolfe said, looking out. “I can tell you nothing’s going to hurt my kid or my wife.”
Millie didn’t bother pointing out that even Wolfe didn’t have control over the entire world. It was nice that he sometimes thought he did.
He took a deep breath. “I’m going to head back out to the woods.”
“Clarence Wolfe,” she said, grasping his wet flannel. “You need sleep.”
