Chapter 19
Isobel hadn’t felt like s*x, but neither had she wanted to sleep alone.
Devlin had made it simple by stating that he wasn’t leaving her side. “I’m not as lethal as your brother, but they’ll have to go through me to get to you.”
He’d sat up against the headboard, fully clothed. He had her Taser resting by his hand, and had showed her the Benchmade knife he carried.
There was little chance that he’d need it, Hannah was sleeping downstairs and her brother out on the deck. Not even Devlin, with an ease that spoke to her of a former life as a night thief, would be able to slip in.
She let herself curl up against him as he gently finger-brushed her hair back from her face, and let herself collapse into sleep.
“What the—” Devlin’s flinch brought her wide awake.
A man loomed over
