The Midnight Hour - Brenda Jackson [109]
He chuckled. Solomon Cross and his men were about to get their asses kicked.
CHAPTER 17
"Ashton had another vision," Trevor said, as a way of explaining their unannounced arrival. He stepped onto the porch to stand in front of Drake who was casually leaning against a post. "And since he thought I had nothing better to do with my time than to travel over six hundred miles to reenact my role as a Recon, I'm here."
Drake crossed his arms over his chest. "And I suppose back in Houston you were doing something better with your time?"
Trevor smiled. "Yeah. Corinthians has decided she wants another baby, and of course I'm more than happy to oblige her."
"Of course." Drake shook his head. His gaze shifted from Trevor to the other man who was approaching me porch.
Ashton glanced around. "I didn't come here just to twiddle my thumbs, Sir Drake. Where are they?"
Drake chuckled, not surprised Ashton knew what was going on. Ashton and his visions. "They're on their way."
Ashton said, "Good."
Trevor said, "Damn."
And Drake felt sincere gratitude all the way through his bones for the two men he called friends. It was like old times. The three of them were lethal when they worked together against an enemy. As Recons they had gone on a number of missions together. They had the ability to read off each other, know the others' thoughts even without a single word being spoken.
Ashton glanced around. "And where's the woman who's causing so much damn trouble?"
The smile that eased into the harsh lines of Drake's face had both Trevor and Ashton grinning. '’Tori's taking a shower." His smile widened. "The two of you might as well hear my news."
Trevor rubbed his stubbly chin, thinking that he needed a shave but that could wait until after this mission. He stared at Drake. "What news?" he asked.
"Tori is pregnant."
"Damn, how did that happen?"
The question from Ashton had Drake laughing. "The usual way, Ash. I would think a man who produced triplets would have this down pat."
"Don't be a smart-ass, Drake. You know what I'm asking," Ashton snorted. "Being careless isn't your style, so what happened?"
Drake grinned. "I got caught up in the moment."
Trevor quirked one eyebrow as he stared at Drake. "Must have been one hell of a moment."
Drake's eyes sparkled with pleasure as he recalled every sensual second. "Trust me, it Was."
Moments later, the three men glanced around when Tori stepped out on the porch. She gasped in surprise when she saw Trevor and Ashton and quickly flew into their arms.
Trevor looked at Drake as he held Tori in a hug. "On hell of a moment. One hell of a woman. I'd say you're on lucky bastard, Sir Drake."
Drake laughed. "Yeah, I'd say the same thing myself."
Tori glanced around when Trevor, Drake, and Ashton walked into the kitchen after returning from checking different areas of the property. Drake immediately walked over to her and kissed her on the lips. "How's my baby?" he asked, gently rubbing her stomach.
"Fine."
"And my baby's mom?"
Tori smiled. "She's doing fine, too." Her features then took on a serious expression. "Did you notice anything unusual?"
Drake shook his head as he pulled her closer into his arms. "No. It's my guess they'll do what they think will be a sneak attack."
She inhaled deeply. "So what do we do in the meantime?"
"We wait. Trevor has volunteered to take the first watch to man the security room. We've put out enough sensors to let us know way ahead of time when someone arrives, even by air."
Tori nodded. She knew that Drake had covered all bases. "In that case, I'll start dinner."
Drake caught her wrist before she had a chance to move away from him. "Dinner can wait. We need to talk."
Tori raised a dark brow. "About what?"
He took her hand and tugged her out of the kitchen. "You'll find out soon enough."
Drake watched Tori angrily pace the confines of his bedroom. She was mad. Furious.