Letty swallowed. “Probably both.” And for the first time since she’d arrived in South Carolina, Letty believed she might have found a family. She turned her focus back to her sister. “What’s new?”
“Um.”
“Livvy?”
“I had an issue.”
Letty scowled. “What kind of issue?”
“Someone broke into my house when I was at work.”
“Oh my God, why the hell didn’t you call me?” Letty barked. “I’m coming to you.”
“No, wait! I called a friend.” Livvy fell silent.
“What friend?” The long pause tightened Letty’s gut. “Livvy?”
“Banner Campbell. You know from… the SEAL team.”
“Livvy. Is that a good idea? You said he wasn’t relationship material.” She sighed.
Her sister exhaled hard. “I know, but he’ll get to the bottom of it and figure out what happened.”
Letty cocked her head. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“I think he’s going to want me to come to Dallas until he figures everything out.”
“Damn, Livvy. Can your heart handle that?”
“I don’t think I have a choice…” She inhaled and held it. “Letty… you be good with the man,” her sister snickered.
Letty laughed. “You too. Keep me updated on what’s going on with you. I’ve got an in with a security team.”
Livvy chuckled. “Funny, Banner owns one in Dallas.”
“That’s eerily convenient.”
“It is. I love you, Letty. Be careful,” Livvy said.
“Back at ya.” She inhaled hard. “Heard from Tessa?”
Livvy swallowed. “She took some private chef job in the Gulf. She left the baby with Grams.”
“Okay, tell her to call me the next time you talk to her.”
“I will. Bye.” Livvy ended the call.
Letty’s eyes gazed over at Cal and Wyatt before she collected her things to go home.
CHAPTER TWO
WYATT
Wyatt was already uneasy. He hated stuffy events where he looked like a glorified waiter, especially when tuxedos came with champagne glasses and polite laughter that pretended the world outside the marina gates did not exist. He untied his bow tie and slid off the tuxedo jacket. Tuxedos made him restless, especially at events where he was a guest. There were too many civilians, too much alcohol, and too many assumptions that water and wealth kept danger at bay.I’m just happy to be home at my cottage on the water.
Wyatt poured cranberry juice over ice and gulped a mouthful. He had learned to love cranberry juice as a kid because it had been his mother’s favorite, and the sharpsweetness still carried the memory of her standing in the kitchen pouring two glasses while the evening sun came through the window. He sat down in his favorite chair in his small living room and turned on the TV. “Come on, let there be a replay of the game from earlier.” He flicked through the channels. “Bingo!” Wyatt settled back. “The University of Arizona versus Arizona State. Let’s go Cats, crush those Devils.”
He took another drink when Channel 16 crackled alive in his ear.
