into the house, but Judith insisted on turning and waving to the pilot before permitting herself to be pushed inside.
Nahum felt a flash of jealousy. Was she friends with the pilot? Had the time she’d spent up north meant she’d fallen in love with a man there? But surely the pilot worked for the person who’d loaned Zebulun the chopper. So she couldn’t have known the pilot already. Could she?
Dammit, all this waiting to be with her was killing him. And he couldn’t even romance her right now either. He couldn’t do anything to get to know her and show her how badly he and his brothers wanted to find out if she was their mate until after Lutterworth was locked away safely in jail.
But at least he’d see her now. Maybe even get to speak to her. And warn any other man away from her. She was his!
He and his brothers waited until the helicopter was a distant speck in the sky. Nahum, in particular, was hoping to see any potential watcher racing away to inform Lutterworth of what was going on. But either any watcher was damn clever, or there weren’t any.
“Do you think Lutterworth is able to hire a professional hit man?” he asked his brothers.
They’d have very little hope of protecting Cherise and Judith against the attempts of a trained assassin. Any ordinary sniper they could weigh the contingencies, play the odds, and very likely defeat. A trained professional would know far more than them and be able to game-play and defeat them. He didn’t like that thought at all.
The three began walking to the house. Naftali shook his head. “I don’t think so. I don’t think Lutterworth has run out of money, but he might be starting to hurt. We know his criminal ventures haven’t been doing too well lately, and as far as we know, he hasn’t been working at all for quite a few months.”
“We need to ask Cherise if she’s still supporting him,” said Nelson.
“Good point.” Nahum held the back door open for his brothers, and they trooped through the mudroom and into the kitchen of the farmhouse.
Judith was sitting at the table, talking a mile a minute to the elderly male member of the staff. Nahum drank her in with all of his senses. Damn, she looked more beautiful than he’d remembered with her shiny blonde hair and sparkling deep blue eyes. Her whole attention was focused on the man she was talking to, her body swaying as she waved her arms, a picture of graceful vivacity.
Meanwhile, Cherise was hugging the housekeeper and both the guards were standing against opposite walls, looking alert and prepared.
He nodded to Zebulun’s men. “Hi there, Sam, Jake.”
He smiled happily, a weight lifting off his shoulders. If he’d been able to choose two of Zebulun’s men to send with the women, these would have been right at the top of his list. He had no doubt they’d give their lives to save Amory’s, or the women’s if it came to that.
Sam came across to speak to them. “Are you three all right to take over guard duty for a while? Jake and I thought we’d transform and run to check out as much of the land as we can today before the Alpha arrives tomorrow for the cookout. Will the staff here need our help to get anything set up?”
Naftali had been dealing with that side of things and shook his head. “The staff will show our men where to put the spit and where the tables and chairs are stored, and our people will do the rest.”
“We checked as much as we could, but running as panthers will be an excellent way to cover the ground better,” said Nahum. As panthers, all their senses were heightened, and that would be a bonus as well.
Jake and Sam disappeared from the kitchen, and the three of them gathered closer to Cherise and Judith. When the two were sitting side by side at the table, sipping cups of coffee, Nahum said, “Excuse me, ma’am, but we need to ask you a few questions about your husband.”
“My ex-husband. My attorney filed divorce papers five months ago. So far my