“In the meantime, she’s not to be alone,” Corey demanded. “We can all take different shifts.”
“No.” Mitchell shook his head. “My brothers and I have this under control.”
Shane’s eyebrows shot up. “Jason, too? I doubt that. Even if that’s true, she is our sister.”
“And she is my responsibility, like it or not,” he stated firmly, grabbing her hand.
Corey stood. “I want to talk to Jason and see how he plans on finding your stalker. Phoebe, you’re with me.”
Mitchell’s face darkened. “I thought I made myself clear, Corey.”
This was getting out of hand. “That’s enough. I love how protective you are all being with me, but I’m a grown woman.” She turned to Corey and Shane. “Thanks, but I’m going to stay with Mitchell. Besides, since Corey and Jason are both lawmen, the two of you can hammer out what needs to be done better without me. Right now, I need to talk to Mitchell alone. It’s very important to me.”
Shane nodded and put his arm around her shoulders. “Si
s, I do trust Mitchell.”
She looked in his eyes and saw a hint of regret. “So do I.”
Shane turned to his old friend. “You’ll keep her safe?”
Mitchell nodded. “With my very life, Shane.”
“You better come with me then, brother,” Corey said.
“Why not?” Shane stood. “Jason and I haven’t seen enough of each other today.”
Corey bent down and kissed her on the cheek. “No more keeping me in the dark, sis.”
“I won’t.”
Shane looked at Mitchell and her. “Call if you hear or see or learn anything else about the bastard.”
“We will,” Mitchell replied.
She looked at Shane, praying he would follow all the requirements of his parole. The last thing she wanted was for her stalker situation to somehow derail her brother. “I promise.”
Corey walked over to Hiro. “If you see any strangers here, I want to be called immediately, Mr. Phong.”
“Trouble?”
“It’s Destiny,” Shane said. “There’s always trouble brewing here.”
“I will call you, Marshal. Haven’t seen anyone lately. Not since the Russian’s house exploded anyway.”
Corey and Shane turned back her direction for a moment, then they left.
She loved her overprotective brothers, especially now.
Mitchell put his arm around her shoulders. “Time to go home, baby.”
“Lead the way, Mr. Wolfe.”
* * * *
Mitchell sat next to Phoebe on her sofa. She’d poured them both a glass of wine. It was evident to him that she was having trouble getting out what was on her mind, so he decided to take the bull by the horns and dive in. “I’ll go first.”
She nodded. “I’d like that very much.”