“You can’t be here.” Millie stepped back.
He frowned, looking adorably confused. “I can’t?” He looked around. “I’m pretty sure that time and space say I can.”
“Did you just make a joke?” Ian asked, stomping forward with duffel bags over both muscular shoulders.
“I am hilariously funny,” Wolfe said.
Brigid shoved the laptop bags inside the front doorway before leaning over to hug Millie. “Hi, my very, very, very good friend,” she murmured, a slight Irish accent emerging. The rain had darkened her red hair, but nothing could dampen her sparkly green eyes, which reminded Millie of emeralds.
“Brigid, I thought we were keeping the internet search between us,” Millie said.
“Nope,” Wolfe said cheerfully. “Once a bomb went off at your place, the whole team was alerted.”
Millie kept from smacking her head. That made sense. She should have realized they’d find out. “Wolfe, I thought all of you were out on mission.”
“We were,” Wolfe said. “The Villan boys and I decided to come on back. You’re more important than anything else.”
A wave of warmth coursed through her. “What about Dana?” His fiancée was at least thirty weeks pregnant.
“She’s fine. She’s with her family right now and is safe as kittens,” he said. “Don’t worry. As soon as we take care of who’s after you, I’ll fetch her and bring her home. Right now, she wanted to hang out with her sisters a little bit, which is okay, because the baby will be here before we know it.”
The idea of Wolfe becoming a father still took Millie aback. He’d probably make a great one. Did he say safe as kittens? “Hey, speaking of which...”
“He’s in the car,” Wolfe said of his adorable cat. “He’s snoring right now and I didn’t want to wake him. I’ll bring him inside as soon as we’re finished arguing about whether or not we’re going to stay here and solve your problems.”
She wasn’t up to an argument. Not with Wolfe, anyway. “Is there any chance I could win this argument?” Millie looked way up to his face.
“Nope,” he said cheerfully, turning to scan the area. “Got any booby traps?”
“I already used my exploding squirrels but have irritating and poisonous plants in key places,” Millie said, smiling as both twins drew nearer. “Hi there.”
They had hazel eyes, black hair, and scarred, hard bodies. Oliver had more green in his eyes and Ian more blue, but other than that, it would be difficult to tell them apart without their individual scars.
“You two came to help?” she asked.
“Of course,” Oliver said, hefting what looked like gun cases past her into the house.
JT suddenly emerged from down by the river, striding across the expanse between them, his gaze hard on the newcomers. “What’s going on here?”
Millie instantly moved to position herself between Wolfe and JT. She adored both of them, but putting them in the same vicinity would be like tossing two lions into an elevator. It just didn’t make sense.
The two eyed each other as JT neared, and Millie felt like taking cover away from them instead of stupidly standing in between them. They were about the same height, both scarred, both molded as warriors from long ago. She honestly didn’t know who would win a fight, and she didn’t want to find out. Her legs wobbled.
“Wolfe,” JT said.
“JT,” Wolfe returned, smiling, then they both moved forward into a quick man hug that involved some serious pounding on their backs before separating.
Millie’s jaw dropped open. “What in the world?”
They both turned to look at her.
“Huh?” Wolfe asked.
“Yes?” JT questioned.
She looked from one to the other. “How do you two know each other?”
Wolfe frowned, his dark brows slashing down. “Seriously? I told you, I think of you as my eccentric little sister.”
