of the pool deck and wrapped it around Amelia to keep her from getting chilled.
Byron watched her approach. Then he gestured to a lounge chair. Devin accepted his offer, stretching out her legs, draping the ends of the big towel across her bare stomach and thighs.
The sun was warm on her wet limbs and her rapidly drying hair.
As Byron sat down in the lounger on the other side of a small square table, his glance flicked critically to Lexi. Devin didnât offer to ask Lexi to leave. Whatever the man had to say, he could say in front of her friend.
Byron seemed to accept the situation. âI hear tell youâve met Steve Foster.â
âI have.â She focused her attention on adjusting the towel, making sure Ameliaâs pale, delicate skin was protected from the sun.
After a moment, she looked back up into the silence to see Byron regarding her with penetrating hazel eyes and a grim line of a mouth.
âYou know thereâs been some trouble between those boys.â
Devin gave a small shrug. âSteveâs helping me out. Lucas is fighting against me. Is that the trouble youâre talking about?â
Water sloshed in the pool as Lexi came off the air mattress.
âMore to it than that,â Byron corrected.
Devin steadfastly met his gaze. âAnything else is none of my business.â
âIâd be willinâ to bet that it is.â
She shook her head in denial as Lexi made her way through the shallow end and out of the pool.
âYouâre the latest pawn in a feud that goes back a considerable long time.â
âIâm not going to be anybodyâs pawn.â Devin couldnât care less about the emotional and financial entanglements of the Demarco family. She was fighting for Amelia, and that was the end of it.
âWhat is it youâve got in mind for an endgame?â
Devin didnât understand.
Lexi wrapped a towel, sarong-style, around her dripping wet body and slicked back her blond hair as she moved toward them.
Byronâs gaze tracked Lexi until she sat down. Then he glanced back to Devin. âWhat is it youâre hoping to get out of this?â
âAmelia,â Devin answered.
Byronâs skepticism came through in his squint. He leaned forward. âJust between you, me and the hitching post?â
Devin leaned toward him. âAmelia,â she repeated.
There was a long pause.
âAnd you think olâ Steve can give you a hand with that.â
âWe think heâs the only one whoâs offered,â said Lexi, from the lounger next to Devin.
Byron stared first at Lexi and then at Devin. âAnd why do you supposed heâs offered to help?â
Devin kept her voice low since Amelia was drifting off to sleep. âI donât particularly care.â
Steveâs lawyers were giving her a fighting chance against Lucas.
âAltruism?â Byron mocked.
âA concept youâre obviously unfamiliar with,â Lexi retorted.
Byron ignored Lexi and spoke directly to Devin. âHeâs sidling up to you like some slick olâ polecat. He helps you now. You help him later. If you know what I mean.â
Devin blinked. âHave I done something to make you think Iâm stupid?â
Byron drew back in obvious surprise.
âIâm taking Steveâs offer at face value. I havenât made him a single promise.â
In fact, sheâd offered an outright deal to Lucas to manage the shares if heâd let her keep Amelia, but he didnât trust her enough to agree.
And who was to say Steve was the bad guy in this little family drama anyway? So far, sheâd put the black hat firmly on Lucasâs head. He was the one whoâd plotted with Konrad to trick Monica and produce an heir to their grandfatherâs company shares. Devin hadnât forgotten that.
âSteve would steal your last dollar as soon as look at you,â Byron warned.
âAs opposed to