“Liss? What’s wrong?”
Lissa put her finger to her lips. “I have to talk to you.”
Caleb rolled his eyes. Lissa had spent a year at Le Cordon Bleu. Then, she’d headed for Hollywood to become a chef. He’d always thought it was a mistake. She should have gone there to become an actress. Drama had always been her thing.
“Lissa. Listen, it’s been a long day. Surely this can wait until morning.”
“Surely, it can’t,” she said.
Caleb frowned, grabbed a sweater from a chair, pulled it over his head and stepped into the hall.
She led him down the stairs, then outside. Jesus, he wasn’t wearing shoes. His feet would be chunks of ice in a couple of minutes.
“Liss? What’s going on?”
She made that same finger-to-the-lips gesture again, took him across the grass—the frosted-over grass—to a paddock. At the railing, she stopped and turned toward him.
“We have a problem.”
“We do,” Caleb grumbled. “My effing feet—”
“Forget your feet. We have a problem, and it involves Jaimie.”
Caleb’s eyes focused tightly on his sister’s face.
“Tell me.”
So she did.
She told him everything that Jaimie had told her, watched his eyes narrow, saw the set of his jaw turn to stone.
“This SOB has a name?”
“Young. Steven Young.”
“Seems to me that Mr. Young needs to be taught what a mistake it is to mess with a Wilde. I’m glad you told me about this. Jake and Travis and I—”
Lissa punched her brother in the arm.
“Idiot,” she hissed. “What about what Jaimie needs? You take this bastard apart, you’ll feel better. So will I. But you don’t know how he’ll react. He needs more than a lesson. He needs to be caught in the act of following her. Jesus, breaking into her apartment and going through her things.”
“OK,” Caleb growled, “OK. You’re right. Any suggestions?”
Lissa blew a curl off her forehead.
“You’re the spook. You tell me.”
“Ex-spook. And it’s a stupid word.”
“Fine. You prefer to be called a spy?”
“I was an intelligence agent,” Caleb said, with dignity.
“Did you spy on people?”
“I did some reconnoitering, yes.”
“Meaning, you watched people without letting them know they were being watched.”