Page 121 of Going Dark
Among the other business interests he had, Steve was one of the owners of the Texans football team.
She shrugged. “You never asked. Actually I think you told me not to call him.”
“You said he was a lawyer!”
“Actually I said he used to be a lawyer. By the way, I didn’t tell him about you, but if you need help—or an army—let me know. I would trust him with my life.”
This time he knew she was serious. She also knew he was probably considering it. Her stepfather headed one of the biggest defense contractors in the world. He had dozens of former operatives working for him. If Dean needed an army, she could get him one.
Dean sat—sagged—on the bed, just staring at her. “Shit.”
She smiled.
His expression darkened. He knew he’d lost, but he would go down fighting. “My daughters aren’t hanging out in any locker rooms with football players.” He thought a minute, and pulled her down on his lap. “And neither is my wife. I’m not asking right now, but when this is all over, that is what I want.”
Her throat tightened, and she felt the tears shimmering in her eyes as she wrapped her hands around his neck. She’d suspected as much the moment she saw him swimming toward her near that wreck. He wouldn’t have come back otherwise. But it was still nice to hear it. “I want that, too.”
“Then I’ll make it happen.”
Annie didn’t doubt him for a minute. He was a guy she could count on to get things done—always.
