Page 4 of Harmless Secrets

He turned and looked at his sister.

“What were you asking?” he asked.

“The woman.”

“Oh, yeah, Ali. Well, about four years. Actually, when is your anniversary again?”

Dee’s eyes narrowed, but Micah saved Devon by rattling off the date.

“So, yeah, right around then.”

Again, she pursed her lips. That was never a good thing. Dee had a devious mind.

“And you are sure you saw her in the market? Amongst all those people?”

He nodded. “Without a doubt.”

“A one night stand and you’re still obsessed with her?” Dee asked.

“Love, I would search every continent looking for you after our first time together,” Micah said, taking her hand and kissing her fingers.

“You’re so sweet,” she said smiling.

“You are both disgusting,” Devon said. “I had an emergency and had to leave.”

Micah was studying him and he nodded. “You left her when you went to kidnap Dee.”

Devon sighed. “I didn’t kidnap my sister.”

“Yeah, you kind of did,” Dee said with a laugh. “But are you sure it was her?”

He shifted in the booth as the waitress brought them their drinks. Once she left, Dee pressed on with her interrogation.

“What makes you think it was her?”

“I know it was her.”

“Why are you so positive?”

He didn’t want to answer, but from the determined look on his sister’s face, he wouldn’t be able to avoid the questions. He looked at Micah, who now had taken an interest in the conversation. Dammit. Now he felt like a fool, but Dee would never let it go.

“I heard her laugh.”

Dee said nothing. Micah nodded as if he understood.

“And you say this was definitely her. Why are you so obsessed with her?” Dee asked.

He shrugged. “I have no idea. I just am.”

Micah took pity on him. “Leave him be, Dee. If he says he saw her and if he is obsessed with her, well, let’s not talk about it any longer. The less we know, the less we can help the prosecution when the time comes.”

Dee wasn’t happy about it, but she listened to her husband and they ordered their food.

Long after Bridget and Alicia had finished the popcorn and Elsa had sung her last note, Alicia sat in bed with her daughter sleeping beside her as she searched for information on Devon.

She had kept an eye on him over the years. The fact that he was probably the one sent to distract her while her father was attacked had made it a priority. Sure she had gone to look for him. With his name popping up in her father’s notes, he had been her only lead. When everything had fallen apart, what she was supposed to think.

After a property search in his name, she found nothing. He still lived in Las Vegas, but he apparently split time between there and Honolulu. There was a credit card trail that had him in both places.

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