The Reunion

As he made his way down the patio toward the kitchen, he heard the high-pitched voices of the three sisters. The excitement was clear in their tone, and Tyler was happy that Joelle’s reunion with her sisters seemed to be going so well. He’d had no doubt that would be the case, but he understood why Joelle was nervous. It was a whole lot to absorb, especially some twenty-five years later and after living so long as an adult with no family to speak of.

He had a key to the patio door that led into the kitchen, but didn’t want to startle them by letting himself in, so he rapped on the glass panes and waved when they whirled around. Joelle hurried to the door to let him in while her sisters stood there, clearly waiting for an introduction.

“Guys,” Joelle said, “this is William’s son, Tyler—my personal bodyguard.”

They both smiled and the taller one walked over to extend her hand. “I should have known,” she said. “You look just like your father. I’m Alaina.”

“Nice to meet you,” Tyler said. “You look like the pictures I’ve seen of your mother.”

Alaina beamed and Tyler understood why his old friend Carter had gotten himself tied down. Alaina LeBeau was gorgeous and, according to his father, brilliant. And from limited exposure, he’d already gathered she had personality to boot. Triple threat. Carter had made a good choice.

“You must be Danae,” he said and extended his hand to the youngest of Ophelia’s daughters. Danae was shorter and curvier than Alaina, and looked like a combination of Alaina and Joelle. Perhaps she’d taken after both parents, while Joelle looked more like their father. Not that it mattered. Apparently any combination of those genes produced good-looking women.

Danae shook his hand and smiled. “It’s nice to meet you. William talks so much about you. We’re thrilled that you’ll be checking up on Joelle. We worry about all of this, and it’s too much for Carter to handle alone.”

“Oh, he’s not checking up,” Joelle said. “He’s living here, going with me when I leave the house. For all I know, he might be sitting guard outside the bathroom when I shower.”

A flash of Joelle standing naked and wet under a shower stream bolted through his mind, and he felt his chest constrict. Instantly, he forced the image from his mind. The last thing he needed was to imagine Joelle—or any other woman—naked and vulnerable.

“I don’t think it will come to that,” he said. “Well, if you ladies are okay in here, I’m going to start installing a security alarm on the front door.”

“That’s a great idea,” Alaina said.

Danae waved a hand over the counter, which was loaded with food. “Do you want to eat? We brought a feast with us.”

“Not right now, but I will take you up on that later if you don’t mind.”

“It’s ready when you are,” Danae said.

“Thank you for installing an alarm,” Joelle said. “I know we’ll all feel better sleeping here tonight.”

Tyler gave them a nod and walked out of the kitchen.

“Stand outside the bathroom?” Alaina said. “I’d totally let him stand next to the shower and hold my towel.”

They all laughed, then he heard Danae say, “You’re awful. Entirely correct, but awful.”

He smiled as he went to the entry to retrieve his equipment. Even the strongest man’s ego couldn’t ignore such compliments from beautiful women. He’d almost slowed for a moment, wondering if Joelle was going to comment, but decided it was information he didn’t need.

Alaina and Danae were safe to admire. They were both attached to good men, but Joelle was risky. Granted, for all he knew, she could have a man back in Jackson, but he doubted it. She had a nervousness about her that seemed like a lack of recent socializing.

Maybe it’s just me.

The thought crossed his mind and he frowned. True, he wasn’t the most pleasant of people to be around, and he could have been a lot nicer when they’d met. He probably owed her an apology for his boorish behavior, but he wasn’t likely to offer one. Less said, soonest mended was pretty much his motto.

He grabbed the box and removed the alarm. What he needed to do was focus on the job. Because he knew from firsthand experience what happened when he got sidetracked.

That was something he never intended to do again.

* * *

HE WATCHED THE house from the safety of the swamp. The women occupied the kitchen, clinking champagne glasses and eating hors d’oeuvres. They thought they had it all, but they were wrong. If it was the last thing he ever did, he was going to get what was coming to him. What he was due.

The man was somewhat of a concern. He had that posture that screamed military and a bulge at his waist that spelled concealed weapon. Right now, he could see the man, installing a security alarm on the front door.

What a waste of time.

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