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own good or was he saying he wasn’t good enough for his sister?
    “If you’ll excuse me.” Reece slapped Devon on the back again. “I think I need to dance with my wife.”
    “And I promised the first dance to my fiancée,” Leo added.
    As the two men walked away, Devon held back, not knowing exactly why. Instead, he watched Sahara. She raised her arms into the air, swaying back and forth as she dipped low, before slowly rising with a seductive swing to her hips. His sister Kat had joined the two women and they began to dance together. When Reece arrived and dragged his wife to him, Tabby melted into his arms. Leo found Sky and they joined the couple, leaving Sahara and Kat to dance together, which didn’t last long when a couple of men, strangers Devon had never met, held out their hands to the women. When they accepted, Devon’s breath caught in his throat. A heat wave rolled over him, putting his feet in motion. It was time for Kat to go home.
    When he reached his sister, she was snuggled close to the man whose hands rode past the small of her back. Devon tapped the man’s shoulder and the guy had the nerve to ignore him.
    “Kat,” he growled.
    Her eyes opened and she frowned.
    “Mom looks like she needs to leave.” He glanced toward where their mother sat with Annette Wilson, who cradled her sleeping granddaughter, Katherine, and Hannah McGrath, Reece and Brody’s mother. Hannah watched over her son’s demon boys, who looked more like angels as they slept on a blanket spread across the sand.
    “Heidi can take her home,” Kat retorted.
    “Heidi left a while ago.” Even preoccupied with Sahara, Devon always knew where his sisters and mother were. After the sun had set, Heidi headed toward the car he had purchased for her. If he knew his youngest sister, the introverted girl had headed back to the house. Unlike Tabby and Kat, crowds weren’t Heidi’s thing. She would rather be reading or painting. He had high hopes for her. She would be someone someday. She didn’t share her art with many people, but she was talented and smart. If she didn’t pursue her artistic ability she could easily be an engineer or ocean biologist.
    Unlike his sisters, he’d never had the opportunity to go to college. He worked for Reece and he probably always would.
    “You take her home,” Kat grumbled.
    “Are you ready to go?” The silky smooth voice came from behind him. He glanced over his shoulder, his eyes meeting Sahara’s. When she had ended the dance with her partner he didn’t know, but he was glad she had.
    Through an unexpected smile, he stared at Sahara. “As you can see, I have plans.” The evening was looking better and better. He dropped his gaze and skimmed it down the line of exposed skin that Sahara’s light jacket didn’t hide.
    “Fine,” Kat huffed. “I’m afraid I have to go,” she mumbled to her dance partner. After saying her good-byes, she passed by Devon, bumping his shoulder with her own. “You owe me.”
    When it was only Sahara and him, she wadded her fingers in his jacket and pulled him to her. Her long eyelashes swept low. “Your place or mine?”
    As he stared at her full lips, his pulse took off. If he was caught leaving Sleepy Cove, the bed and breakfast owned by Lila and Jon Wilson, the entire town of Whispering Cove would know exactly what he’d be doing and with whom.
    His groin stirred with thoughts of stripping off those tight blue jeans she wore. The tip of her tongue slid seductively between her kissable lips and he swallowed hard. “Mine.”
    She released her hold on him. “I need to check on my nephew before we leave.”
    “No need.” He wanted to kiss her so badly his mouth began to water. “I saw him leave with Errol earlier this afternoon. He’s in good hands.”
    She gazed into his eyes as if she sought the truth.
    “Trust me,” he whispered.
    Silence stretched between them until he bent his head and captured her lips. For a brief moment, he was in