Page 118 of No More Lies

“OK. That would be cool.”

“Great. What time is practice?”

“Eleven,” Diane said.

“How about I leave you to have breakfast with Mom and Dad, and we’ll swing by and pick you up at ten-thirty. Sound good?’

“Okey dokey,” Megan said, giving Dex a wide smile.

Sam and Dex stood.

“I’ll see them out and be right back to make breakfast.” Steve kissed Diane and Megan and then followed the guys out.

“Thanks, Dex,” he said when the three of them stood on the driveway.

“No problem. I figured you might want a little space and time to talk.”

Steve nodded.

“Sam, I’m sorry if I overstepped.”

“I know it’s difficult not being able to share everything. Diane is one of us. She’s family. I trust her,” Sam said. “Take care of those ladies, Steve.” He turned and walked down the driveway to his car.

“Did he just say what I think he just said?” Steve asked Dex.

“I think he’s saying he trusts your wife, and he trusts you with knowing what you can and can't share.”

Damn. Sam was just full of surprises.

“So, Tracer? How was Sam about that?”

“He was fine. The man led us right to Diane. And him being on that plane stopped Volkov getting away with Anya.”

“He did. I’ll never forget it. Have you spoken to him since?”

“Yeah. He’s good and sends his best. I’ll tell you the whole conversation another day. Go be with your family.”

***

ELEVEN O’CLOCK ROLLED round quickly. After breakfast together as a family, they watched a quick show with Megan. Then everyone got dressed, and Dex was at the door right on time to pick up Megan.

Diane would have liked to go and watch Megan practice, but she was a little sore. She didn’t think sitting on bleachers for two hours would be comfortable. She also wanted a little time alone with Steve. They had a few things to talk about.

Steve walked toward her after seeing Megan off with Dex and Kelly. Warmth spread across her chest and into her heart. She loved her husband. Smiling, she held out her hand. Steve took it and sat down next to her.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“The shoulder hurts a little, but not as bad as I thought it would.”

“Good. But that’s not what I was asking about.”

Diane sighed and looked down into her lap.

“Angel?”

“Embarrassed,” she whispered.

“Why?”