“I have so many questions,” she said after stepping back.
“So do we, but this isn’t the place,” Nate said. His gaze slid to Rand. “We need some private family time.”
Rand looked at her. “Are you good with that, Kins?”
She smiled, liking that he used the same nickname she sometimes referred to herself by. “Why can’t we talk here?”
“For one thing our wives are dying to meet you,” Court said.
“Yeah, they threatened to not talk to us for a week if we didn’t bring you right to them.” Alex laughed. “They’re nosy creatures and can’t stand the thought of being left out.”
“All of you are married?” Her brothers nodded. “I had this vision of you as some kind of badass bikers, that you could even be killers. I wasn’t sure I wanted to meet you.” The men, including Rand, shared amused glances that puzzled her. “What?” she said.
“Not here,” Nate said again. “Will you come with us to my house? Our families are there waiting to meet you.”
Although they weren’t anything like what she’d feared, she didn’t know these men and wasn’t comfortable just taking off with them.
As if reading her mind, Nate said, “You’re safe with us.” He sighed when she still hesitated. “Maybe this will ease your mind.” He pulled out a black leather case and flipped it open. “Special agent in charge of the Miami field office of the FBI.”