Billionaire Baby Dilemma

Ten

In the giant bathtub of the Gulf Port Grand Hotel suite, Lucas handed Devin a flute of chilled champagne. He couldn’t remember ever having a bubble bath before, but he loved the feel of Devin naked in his arms. Her slick little body was cradled between his thighs, and she lay back against his chest so that he could rest his chin on her fragrant hair.

“What are we celebrating?” she asked as she accepted the glass. Candles flickered in every corner of the room, and her skin glowed under their radiance.

He touched his crystal glass to hers. “To changing our pattern,” he proposed.

“We’re definitely not fighting,” she observed.

And Lucas was hoping to keep it that way. He took a sip of the bubbly liquid.

Devin did the same. “Who’d have thought we’d have Steve to thank.”

Lucas coughed on the champagne bubbles. “Steve doesn’t deserve thanks for anything.”

Devin selected a fresh strawberry from the glass bowl at the edge of the tub and popped it into her mouth. “I’ve decided to picture him home, alone in his sterile penthouse, rubbing his miserly hands together, unaware that he’s headed for a life of loneliness and despair.”

“Nice picture.” Lucas chuckled. “I like it.”

“Unlike you and I,” Devin continued, sliding her wet leg along the inside of his thigh, “who are making the most of our enforced partnership.”

“Is that what we’re doing?”

“What would you call it?”

“Let me see.” He pretended to ponder. He wrapped his free arm around her waist, enjoying the heat of her skin and the way she fit to his body. He tipped his face against her hair and couldn’t resist giving her a gentle kiss. “Bliss,” he told her.

She bit into another strawberry. “Bliss for us. Despair for Steve.”

“And justice for Amelia.”

Devin leaned her head back. “I think Monica would approve.”

“So would Konrad.” Lucas watched the candlelight flicker against the butter-yellow walls. It reflected back from the frosted bay window and made patterns against the ceiling. “Thank you, Devin.”

She twisted in his arms, splashing water against the side of the tub. “For?”

“For agreeing to write the letter. For taking a chance on me.”

“Do you miss Konrad?” she asked, leaning her head against his shoulder where she could look up into his face.

“Very much.” Lucas took a sip of the champagne. “You know, it sounds trite, but it really is lonely at the top. I’ve been surrounded my whole life with people who want something from me. I’ve never known who to trust. I never know who my friends are. But Konrad was always there. And now he’s not.”

Lucas stopped talking, not sure why he’d confided in Devin.

“I missed Monica when she got married,” said Devin. “And some nasty, terrible little part of me was glad when she left Konrad to come home.”

“You’re not nasty, and you’re not terrible,” he felt compelled to point out. She was compassionate and protective, supportive and loving, and Amelia was lucky to have her in her life.

“Maybe,” Devin answered. “Of course, I’d have supported her unconditionally if she’d decided to go back to him. But I’ve spent very little of my life without her. Until now.”

Lucas’s heart went out to Devin. “What happened to your parents?”

“My dad left years ago. With his secretary if I remember the fights correctly. I never did ask my mom what happened. And I haven’t a clue where he is.” She took a breath. “Mom died when I was twenty. Monica was nineteen. Amelia seems like a miracle.”

“I agree,” said Lucas, smiling when he thought of his adorable niece. “Did I tell you I changed her messy diaper yesterday?”

“No way.”

“I did,” he confirmed.

Devin nudged him with a playful elbow. “You have any proof?”

“Ask Teresa.”

“Teresa works for you.”

“You think she’d lie?”

“I think she’d say whatever you told her to say.”

“You’re accusing me of a grand conspiracy over a dirty diaper?”

“I’m saying I saw you turn green that time at my house.”

“Well, I’ve hardened off since then.”

Devin set down her champagne glass and dipped her hand below the water. “Speaking of hard.”

Lucas sucked in a breath. “Are you kidding me?”

“I am not kidding you.” She turned to straddle his lap. Her breasts bobbed out of the water…slick, soapy and tantalizing.

He quickly set down his own glass as his body responded to the view. His hands automatically cradled her buttocks, sliding her fully up the length of his thighs. She bent to kiss him, her mouth hot while the steam wafted from the water to fill the space around them.

He cradled her face, kissing her deeply.

Somewhere in the recesses of his mind he asked himself what the hell he thought he was doing. He needed to hold back, keep some space between them. But all he seemed to want to do was bring her closer, hold her closer, let her in on the secrets he’d held dear for a lifetime.

He drew back to look at her. Her blue eyes were midnight dark. Her cheeks were flushed and dewy, her wispy hair damp from the steam. He stroked his thumb across her swollen red lips. Then he kissed her, kissed her harder, wrapped his arms fully around her and eased his body into hers.

He breathed her name, his body arching, his heart contracting.

“Lucas,” she whispered back. “Oh, Lucas.”

She wrapped her lithe body around him, and he swore he was never going to let her go.

Devin knew she was being influenced by Lucas. But she couldn’t seem to help herself. From her vantage point on the cushy deck furniture on Byron’s wide front porch, she was watching him roll a big colored ball for Amelia across the expanse of emerald lawn, while Amelia squealed in delight and toddled after it.

“I know he seems brash and cocky when you talk to him,” Lexi was saying. “But he’s really very gentle and respectful.”

Her laptop in front of her, Devin had been trying to compose her letter to the judge for a good half hour. But she kept getting distracted. Lexi was the latest distraction, plunking herself down on a chair across from Devin, a glass of diet cola in her hand, hair in a messy ponytail.

“Are you talking about last night?” Devin couldn’t help but ask. Like Devin and Lucas, Lexi and Byron had spent the night at the Gulf Port Grand Hotel.

“Last night, yesterday, this morning.” Lexi took a sip of her drink. “I don’t know what to think.”

Devin glanced around to make sure they were alone. “So, uh, did you two…”

If Lexi’s bright eyes and flushed face at breakfast this morning hadn’t confirmed what Devin suspected, her smile did now.

Lexi leaned forward. “I slept with Byron.” She compressed her lips on what was obviously trying to be an enormous grin. “And I wasn’t even nervous. I wasn’t uncomfortable. I wasn’t even embarrassed.” She sat back again. “I tell you, Devin, if you’d asked me a month ago if we’d be having this conversation, I’d have laughed in your face.”

“That’s so great.” Devin was thrilled for her friend.

“It is, isn’t it?” She gazed off into space for a moment. “I have no idea where it goes from here. I mean, he’s talking about coming back to Seattle for a while. But, you know, we really just met.”

Devin nodded to Lexi’s wrist. “Let me see that watch.”

Lexi glanced down at the diamond face and the delicate gold-and-emerald band. “I don’t think this is a big deal for him.”

“I do,” said Devin. “I think taking you to the party was a big deal. I think bringing you here was a big deal. Lucas says that Byron’s barely dated since Lucas’s mother died.”

“He talked about her,” said Lexi. “He misses her. Like I miss Rick.”

“That’s sweet,” said Devin.

Lexi gestured to Lucas and Amelia with her glass. “Now that’s sweet.”

“That’s surprising,” said Devin. Though, even as she said the words, she acknowledged that it didn’t seem at all strange now to see Lucas playing with Amelia. It had been a rocky start, but the two of them had obviously grown very fond of each other.

“So, how was your night?” Lexi gave a meaningful waggle of her brows.

“Are you kidding? We were in a luxury hotel suite. Champagne, strawberries, a tub the size of a backyard pool and a view of the city that stretched for fifty miles.”

“That’s not what I’m asking.”

“It was strange,” Devin admitted.

Lexi gathered herself up on the chair and leaned in closer, eyes alight. “Strange how?”

Devin tossed a pillow at her. “Not that kind of strange.”

“I’m not judging.”

“There’s nothing to judge. We-” Devin stopped herself. Lexi didn’t need to know they’d made love in the tub. “What was strange, was that it seemed so normal to be with Lucas.”

It truly had.

Making love with Lucas, talking with Lucas, sleeping in his arms, even waking up to shower and join Lexi and Byron for breakfast had, for some reason, seemed completely normal. Which didn’t make sense. Since they were still most definitely at odds over Amelia’s future.

She glanced down at the half-composed letter on her laptop. Well, they would still be at odds. But later, once they’d put Steve in his place.

“What are you writing?” asked Lexi.

“It’s a letter to the judge. I’m trying to get the words just right. Obviously, I want to undermine Steve. But I don’t want to set Lucas up for later.” She drummed her fingertips on the arms of the chair.

Lexi glanced to where the two were playing on the lawn. “You don’t think he’ll still go after Amelia.”

“Oh, I know he’ll still go after Amelia. He thinks it’s the right thing to do.” And in a strange way, Devin had to admire that. “He thinks he’s the only one who can protect her in the long term. He says Steve isn’t the only threat. If I’m guardian, the jackals will constantly be circling.”

“Even if he did win guardianship, do you really think he would take her away from you?”

“Are you arguing Lucas’s side?”

“I’m just saying.” Lexi swirled the ice cubes in her drink. “He’s not as bad as I expected. And I think he likes you. And you might just be able to trust him.”

Devin glared at Lexi for a long moment. Then she moved her attention to Lucas, who caught her gaze and gave her a wave, his familiar expression open and direct. Then he said something to Amelia and motioned for her to wave. She did. And Devin’s heart squeezed tight.

Did she dare put her trust in Lucas?

“That kind of betrayal ought to be criminal.” Byron smacked down the copy of the Seattle newspaper that had arrived at the ranch by courier.

“No argument from me,” said Lucas from his armchair in front of Byron’s stone fireplace, tumbler of single malt in his hand.

Steve had given an interview and laid out a series of false accusations about Konrad, naming Lucas as an accomplice and painting Monica as a naive victim and Amelia as a usurper. There was a picture with the article of Steve and his lovely new fiancée. They were at a charity event, handing over a big check.

Lucas was going to have to head back to Seattle soon, if only to salvage his reputation.

“You have to move fast on this,” said Byron.

Lucas agreed. “Devin is writing me a letter for the judge.”

“That’s a coup.”

“Tell me about it.” Lucas took a sip of the Scotch.

“What did she say?”

Lucas shrugged. “She was working on it today. I’m not expecting miracles.”

“Not even after last night?”

Lucas gave Byron a “back off” glare. He wasn’t discussing his personal relationship with Devin. Though, last night had been nothing short of spectacular.

But it wasn’t the lovemaking.

When he thought back, what he remembered was her sense of humor, the emotion in her eyes when she talked about Monica and her mother, the joy she obviously got from raising Amelia. And he remembered feeling jealous. It was the strangest sensation. He wanted to be part of Devin’s inner circle, and simply making love to her wasn’t enough to get him there.

“You know how I felt about your mother.” Byron’s voice had gone contemplative, and Lucas looked up.

“I know,” Lucas acknowledged.

“We had our ups and downs. An uncouth cowboy from Texas daring to court one of the richest women in the Pacific Northwest. A woman ten years older than him.”

“You’re not uncouth.”

“I’m not urbane.”

That was true enough.

“My point is,” Byron continued, “we both knew it was worth it. All the heartache and pain, the snide remarks, the criticism…though, trust me-” he gestured with his tumbler “-I’d have protected her from it if I could.”

“I know you would have.”

“But it doesn’t come along very often.”

What was Byron saying? Did he think Lucas should grab hold of Devin? Maybe never let her go?

Lucas turned the idea over in his mind.

“A love like that,” Byron mused, gazing at the amber liquid while he turned his glass against the lamplight. “You don’t want to let it go.”

Love?

Lucas stilled.

Did Byron think Lucas had fallen in love with Devin?

Was Lucas in love with Devin?

How would he know? How could he tell?

“I don’t know for sure with Lexi,” said Byron.

Lucas gave his head a little shake at the unexpected turn of the conversation.

“But I know the signs.” Byron downed the remainder of his drink. “And I’m following her back to Seattle. And I’m pursuing her until she tells me to stop.”

“Lexi?” asked Lucas. “But, you’ve only just-”

“Met her?” Byron asked. “Like I said, Lucas. I’ve been through this before. It’s rare as hens’ teeth. So is Lexi. I can’t believe somebody hasn’t snapped her up already.”

“You’re serious.”

“You bet your boots I’m serious. I’m a serious man. Now. Back to Steve. He’s really starting to worry me.”

“He’s worrying me, too,” Lucas admitted. He’d gone over worst-case scenarios in his mind, and any one of them could conceivably come true.

A judge might disinherit Amelia. Steve might get married and have a baby. The balance of power could potentially shift to him. And then Lucas would have to do something drastic, like sell his shares in Pacific Robotics and start over again.

When he thought about starting over again, he pictured Devin and Amelia as a permanent part of in his life. He stretched the image out in his mind. Amelia at five, ten, in high school and driving a car. She was going to be drop-dead beautiful. He knew that already.

Would Devin consider letting him stick around? Would she consider pursuing their relationship, maybe making it permanent? Did she feel anywhere close to how he was feeling?

He polished off his drink.

“I’ve had the boys sniff around a little bit more,” Byron added. “They’ve got the name of the judge, and they threw together a little history of her decisions. It ain’t good, Lucas. It ain’t good a’t all.”

“Devin’s writing the letter,” said Lucas.

“Better be one hell of a letter.”

Lucas doubted that. “And I have a backup plan,” he declared. He’d just come up with it. Right this very second. But, as Byron had said, when it was right, it was right.

“Do tell,” Byron prompted.

“Devin. Me. Babies.”

Byron slapped his knee and cackled. “You think you’ll convince that pretty little gal to have your babies?”

Lucas struggled not to be insulted. Sure, maybe he didn’t deserve Devin, but he wasn’t the worst catch in the world. “I’m not saying I won’t have to work at it.”

“And just how fast d’you think you can accomplish that feat?” Byron tapped his blunt finger against the newspaper. “Steve’s out there in public posing with his fiancée.”

Lucas leaned forward, making certain he was clear and concise. “If I have to, I can work very fast. Hell, Konrad did.”

And if Lucas didn’t have to work fast, he’d work slow. He’d be patient, romantic and thorough in order to win Devin’s love.

Ironically, Lucas felt better than he had in weeks, months, maybe years. Let Steve try his best. Lucas would fight back with everything he had. And, one way or another, he’d win. Because the goalposts had just shifted for him. He’d give up Pacific Robotics entirely for Devin and Amelia.

“But it’s only the backup plan,” he told Byron. “We’ll see what she writes in the letter.”

At the bottom of the ranch-house staircase, as Lucas’s damning words washed over her, Devin held the signed letter between her hands and methodically tore it in half. Then she tore it again and again. She struggled for breath, shock and anger pulsing through her while she turned away. The staircase was long, her steps leaden as she headed back up to Amelia’s room.

She might be under a court order to stay with Lucas, but surely any judge in the world would understand why she had to leave him.

She paused outside Amelia’s room, gripping the doorjamb to hold herself steady, trying to put her thoughts into some kind or order. Lucas was using her. Getting her pregnant was his backup plan? He’d seduced her, made love with her, made her care about him, just in case Amelia was disinherited and he needed another baby?

How could she have been so colossally stupid? She should have seen it coming from miles away. What were the odds that he’d fallen for her? Exactly zero. He needed Amelia. And, if that didn’t work, well any old baby would do. Any old woman would do, too.

He must have worked awfully hard to hold down his gag reflex with Amelia’s smelly diapers and general stickiness. Devin cringed. He’d probably had to hold down his gag reflex with her, too. Lexi was right that the rich were nasty. And Lucas Demarco was an amoral monster.

She should call him on it. Right here, right now. She should force him to own up to exactly what he’d been up to these past weeks. Her feet nearly started moving, before she realized the danger. He’d never admit it. He’d lie his way out of it, just like he always did, and she would have blown her only chance to get away. She couldn’t fight with Lucas. She had to escape from Lucas.

She had to pack up Amelia, get away from him and hide until a date could be set for the guardianship hearing.

Then she’d throw herself on the mercy of the judge.

She would tell the truth, the whole truth. She’d demonstrate exactly how Lucas and Konrad had behaved.

“Devin?”

Devin jumped at the sound of Lexi’s voice and the gentle hand on her shoulder.

“You okay?” asked Lexi.

Devin shook her head, hot tears forming at the backs of her eyes.

Lexi turned her around. “Honey? What’s wrong. You’re white as a ghost.”

“It’s…” Devin was going to cry.

She couldn’t let herself cry over that horrible man. She swallowed. “Lucas just told Byron I was his backup plan.”

Lexi looked confused. “Backup for what?”

Devin opened the door and pulled Lexi into the bedroom, dropping her voice to a whisper. “I’m leaving. Right away. Right now. You have to help me get away.”

Lexi looked stunned. “What are you talking about? I don’t understand.”

“It was a plot. Just like Konrad. From the very beginning, it’s all been about the money.” Devin clenched her fists and tipped her head back. “How, oh, how did I fall for it?”

“Honey, what happened?”

Devin let out a slightly hysterical laugh, and then quickly covered her mouth with her fingers. “Lucas just told Byron that if Amelia was disinherited, me having his baby was his backup plan. He said he might have to work at it, but he could work fast.”

Lexi staggered back. “He said this to Byron?”

Devin nodded. “Byron asked how fast he thought he could do it.”

Now Lexi had blanched. “So, Byron’s in on it?”

“They are a conspiratorial lot, those Demarcos.”

Lexi’s jaw clamped down, and she grasped Devin’s arm. “Are you positive?”

“I am positive.”

“Then we have to get you out of here.”

“I know.”

“You get Amelia,” Lexi instructed. “There are pickup trucks in the yard with the keys inside.”

“We’re stealing a truck?”

“We’ll leave a message. They can come and pick it up from the airport. Go.”

“Right,” Devin agreed. But then she stumbled.

What would they do? Where would they go? And if Devin hid Amelia against the judge’s order, was she kidnapping her?

Could Lucas use it against her?

She realized he could. And she realized he would. And she couldn’t risk compromising her case.

An overwhelming sense of helplessness engulfed her. “The judge said I had stay at the Demarco mansion.”

Lexi’s hands went to her hips. “Well, that’s not going to work.”

“I can’t kidnap her. It would completely compromise my case.”

They both blinked at each other. There was no solution. There was absolutely no solution.

“What if we could get them to hold the hearing right away?” Lexi asked.

“I don’t think it’s like a hair appointment.” Devin doubted they could call up and see if there’d been a cancellation.

Lexi clicked her tongue for a few moments. Then she snapped her fingers.

“What?” Devin didn’t dare hope.

“There’s one other person on this planet who wants the hearing to happen fast.”

Devin didn’t follow.

“And I'll just bet he’s got the contacts and the clout to do it,” Lexi explained.

As the truth set in, Devin felt her stomach congeal to wet cement. “Steve.”

Lexi gave a slow, deliberate nod. And Devin knew it was their only choice.

The next night, in the mansion’s great room, Lucas could barely contain his frustration with Devin as he faced three members of the Pacific Robotics Board of Directors. All three were loyal to him, and all three were obviously both angry and worried.

“I thought you said you had it under control,” Craig Grenville opened, a hard edge to his voice. His snifter of brandy sat untouched on the table beside him.

“I did have it under control.” Lucas had been blindsided by Devin’s disappearance.

“But, she’s gone,” Peter Huntley stated in a flat tone. He’d drained his brandy glass and was glancing around for more.

“I can’t even begin to guess why she took off.” At first, Lucas had thought they’d been kidnapped.

But when it seemed certain she’d left of her own free will, he started searching for reasons. “There was no evidence that Steve made contact with her,” he confirmed for the Board members. “And none of the reporters found us in Texas.”

“We need a plan B,” Ivan Rusk spoke up. He pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, crossing and uncrossing his lanky legs as he spoke. “If Steve gets control, you know we’re all fired the next day.”

Lucas scoffed, “What plan B, where plan B?” His lawyers had already contacted him with an early court date for the guardianship trial. It had been reset for next week at Devin’s lawyer’s insistence. So it was obviously going to happen before Steve’s petition to appeal the will.

Lucas couldn’t begin to guess what Devin would say on the stand. Or maybe he could. The fact that she’d snuck away from Byron’s ranch in the middle of the night told him a lot. Nothing she said in the guardianship hearing would help either Lucas or Amelia’s case when it came time to hear the appeal of the will.

What the hell was she thinking?

Byron set the bottle of brandy down on the bar and pivoted to face the men. “Well, I’ve got myself a plan B.”

They waited while he took a step closer to the grouping of couches and overstuffed armchairs.

He drew a deep breath. “We get Bob, my ranch vet, to geld Steve.”

There was a moment of stunned silence, before Peter burst out laughing.

Both Ivan and Craig stared at him as if he’d lost his mind.

“And then,” Peter sputtered. “Lucas can take his sweet time having as many children as he wants. I like it.”

Craig frowned in disgust. “If amateur hour is over at The Improv, can we get back to the problem at hand?”

Lucas hid his smile behind a swallow of brandy. He knew Byron’s suggestion was ridiculous, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t like it. Lucas realized he’d want to have those children with Devin, which was obviously impossible. He had to forcibly tamp down a wave of despair.

“What’s she going to say in court?” Ivan asked him point blank.

Lucas admitted to himself that Devin was a wild card, never more so than now. “She knows the stakes for Amelia,” he answered evasively.

“Could she have found something out?” asked Ivan.

“Yeah,” Craig added. “Like the truth about her sister’s marriage?”

“There’s no truth for her to find out,” Lucas all but shouted. “Konrad loved Monica.”

“You’re protesting a little too much,” said Craig.

Lucas pinned him with an angry glare. “I’m protesting exactly the correct amount. Konrad’s not here to defend himself-”

“Understand our positions,” said Ivan. Sweat had popped out on his forehead. “Steve knows we’ve been loyal to you.”

Byron moved ever so subtly to position himself behind Lucas. “I’d hoped y’all were loyal to honor and integrity. And that was something you had in common with Lucas.”

Peter lifted his glass in a toast to Lucas. “If Steve takes over, I’m walkin’.”

Lucas gave Peter a nod of appreciation, admiring the man’s reliability.

Craig sat forward. “It’s not that simple.”

“It’s exactly that simple,” said Peter, all traces of humor gone. “Either you’re with us or against us.”

“Code of the West,” said Byron.

“This isn’t some classic movie. Good guys against the bad guys,” said Craig. “It’s complicated. And we have to think strategically. There might still be time to come to a deal with Steve.”

“Nobody’s making any deal,” Lucas stated with conviction.

“Speak for yourself.” Craig came to his feet. And after a moment’s hesitation, Ivan came to his also.

Lucas slowly rose to face them. “You two have obviously made your choice.”

“The writing’s on the wall,” said Craig. “Steve’s star witness is going to support him.”

Ivan tugged at his collar.

“Then good luck to you, boys,” Byron offered in a falsely hearty tone. “I hope Steve welcomes you both with open arms.”

There was a minute of uncomfortable silence before the two men left.

As the door banged shut, Peter leaned back and stretched his legs out on the rug in front of him. “Well, good to have the rats off the ship, I guess.”

Lucas grunted. “The ship’s still sinking.”

Peter swirled the golden brandy in the bottom of his glass and gave a shrug. “I can swim.”

Byron ambled over to an armchair and eased down into the thick cushions. “At least those two won’t be in the water to steal our life preservers.”

Lucas couldn’t help but chuckle. “I don’t think we have life preservers. I think Devin is going to hold our heads under until we stop struggling.”

“You must have really ticked her off,” Byron ventured.

Lucas wished he knew what he’d done. If he had a clue, he could at least try to fight back.

The ocean waves bubbled up on the rocky beach of the secluded San Juan Islands resort where Devin was holed-up with Amelia and Lexi.

Her lawyer Hannah Snow had taken the ferry from Seattle and now joined them on the wooden deck in front of the cottage, shaded by massive cedar trees that blocked the hot, noonday sun.

“Your only job is to tell the truth,” said Hannah, crossing her tanned legs beneath a simple, sleeveless, white linen dress. “The decision is up to the judge.”

Devin hated the thought of playing into Steve’s hand. But she wouldn’t lie to protect Lucas. She could live with any outcome, except for one where she lost Amelia.

“The judge understands why I left?”

Hannah nodded. “I only get to tell the truth, too. But I gave the judge a written brief. She’ll know you didn’t maliciously kidnap Amelia.”

Devin’s stomach clamped tight. “You didn’t use the word kidnap.”

Hannah reached out to pat Devin’s knee. “Certainly not. I told her about the reporters, and that you had to leave the mansion on short notice.”

Lexi chimed in from the padded, wooden bench swing where she’d curled up in a corner. “And that’s not shading the truth.”

Hannah quirked a smile. “No, it’s not. I also told her about Texas.”

Devin leaned her head back, scrunching her eyes shut against the crackling, blue sky. “I just want this to be over.”

Hannah came to her feet. “It’ll be over in three more days. You’ll come to the office Thursday morning?”

“I will,” Devin agreed. “Lexi is going to stay with Amelia.”

“Good. We’ll go over your testimony then.”

“Am I allowed to give my opinion on the stand?” Devin couldn’t help remembering Lucas’s accusations about hearsay and opinion versus fact.

“The truth as you remember it,” said Hannah, straightening her purse over her shoulder. “That’s all you need to do.”

“And let the chips fall where they may,” Devin couldn’t help muttering.

“The judge will make sure it’s fair, reasonable and legal.”

“Why doesn’t that make me feel any better?”

Hannah’s expression was compassionate. “You know worrying won’t help, right?”

Devin nodded. She was trying hard not to worry, but so many things were going wrong in her life lately. “Thursday, then?”

“I’ll be there.”

Hannah took her leave down the short staircase to the resort road where her rental car waited.

“I hope I’m not making a huge mistake,” Devin said, as the engine caught and Hannah put the sedan into reverse.

“Have you fully considered your other options?”

Devin had done nothing but fully consider her other options for three nights running. But there were no other viable alternatives. She couldn’t trust Lucas. She couldn’t trust Steve. And she couldn’t commit perjury for anyone.

“There are boats to Canada every day of the week,” Lexi pointed out. “Just say the word.”

Devin appreciated the sentiment, and the unwavering support, but going on the run was yet another non-viable option.

“I have to believe I won’t lose custody,” she stated. It was the only thing keeping her sane.

“I absolutely believe you’ll win custody,” said Lexi with a decisive nod. “Lucas is going to look like the manipulative creep that he is, and, in the end, you’re going to chalk this all up to experience.”

Devin forced out a laugh. “What doesn’t kill me, makes me stronger?”

“What doesn’t kill you, is fodder for your next book.”

“There is that,” Devin agreed.

She’d spoken to her editor last week, and they were interested in her book idea for Nice and Rich. They were also willing to give her an extension on the deadline for Snarled Traffic in the Information Age. Thank goodness.

“I’ll have to find a new rich family to study,” Devin pointed out.

“Byron might-” Lexi snapped her mouth shut.

A chill washed over Devin. “Are you still planning to see Byron?”

Lexi vigorously shook her head. “No. I don’t know what I was thinking. That just kind of slipped out.”

“Do you want to see Byron?” Devin was embarrassed to admit that her friend’s happiness hadn’t even crossed her mind. But it did now, and she felt incredibly selfish. Lexi and Byron had really seemed to have something going.

“No way,” Lexi denied. “How would I ever trust him? He was in on it the whole time. You caught Lucas talking openly to him about their schemes. No, I’m not going to see him. I don’t want to.”

Devin took in the flush on Lexi’s face, and the way she plucked at her khaki shorts while she talked, her gaze darting from her shorts, to her toes, and back again.

An unsettling thought came over Devin. “Lexi? Did you fall in love with Byron?”

Lexi blinked to meet Devin’s gaze straight on. “Did you fall in love with Lucas?”

Devin’s heart thumped deep in her chest, while pain tightened the cavity around it. Her throat closed up, and when she finally spoke, there was a catch to her voice. “I don’t know.”