"Not this time."
"No, not this time. I sent my deputy with her to get the kids, whatever stuff she needs."
"You know she's going to stay with Regan Bishop."
"She told me." He drained his coffee, went back for more. "Well, she's taken the first step. It's probably the hardest."
Since there was nothing more he could do, Devin sat behind his desk again and put the matter in the corner of his mind. "Speaking of Regan Bishop, word is . you've been sniffing around her."
"There a law against it?"
"If there is, it wouldn't be one you haven't broken before." Devin rose again, rooted through the side drawer of his deputy's desk. He confiscated two candy bars, tossed one to Rafe. "She's not your usual type."
"I'm upgrading my taste."
"'Bout time." Devin bit into chocolate. "Serious?"
"Getting a woman into bed's always serious, bro."
Mumbling an agreement over candy, Devin kicked back again. "So is that all there is?"
"I don't know. But I've got a feeling it'll be a hell of a start." He glanced over and grinned as Regan came through the door.
She stopped short, as any woman might when faced with two gorgeous men smiling at her. "I'm sorry. I'm interrupting."
"No, ma'am." All quiet country charm, Devin unfolded himself and stood. "It's always a pleasure to see you."
Angling his head, Rafe put a hand on Regan's shoulder. "Dibs," he said in a mild warning.
"Excuse me?" Regan stepped back and gaped. "I beg your pardon, but did you just say 'Dibs'?"
"Yeah." Rafe bit off candy, offered her the rest of the bar. When she smacked his hand away, he only shrugged and ate it himself.
"Of all the ridiculous, outrageous— You're a grown man, and you're standing there eating candy and saying 'Dibs' as if I were the last icecream bar in the freezer."
"The way I grew up, it was real important to stake your claim quick." To prove it, he cupped her elbows, lifted her to her toes and kissed her long and hard. "Gotta go," he said, releasing her just as arrogantly. "See you, Dev."
"Yeah." Too wise to let the laugh loose, Devin cleared his throat. Seconds passed, and Regan continued to stare at the door Rafe had slammed at his back. "You want me to go after him, haul him into the back room?"
"Have you got a rubber hose back there?"
"Afraid not. But I broke his finger once, when we were kids. I could probably do it again."
"Never mind." She shook herself. She'd deal with Rafe later, personally. "I came here to see if you'd arrested Joe Dolin."
"So did Rafe."
"I should have known he would."
"Want some coffee, Regan?"
"No, I can't stay. I just came to see if you had, and to ask, since Cassie and the children are going to be staying with me, if there are any precautions I should take."
Quietly he measured her. He'd known her casually for three years, admired her looks, enjoyed a few conversations with her at the cafe or on the street. Now he saw what had attracted his brother. Spine, good sense, compassion.
He wondered if Rafe understood the difference the combination could make in his life.
"Why don't you sit down?" he told her. "We'll go over some things."