Nonny glanced over her shoulder from where she was stirring the large pot of stew, but she didn’t say anything.

“You may think Wyatt’s too gentle or too smitten to get the job done,” Trap said. “But the rest of us won’t be. We’re going to be watching out for him, so if you have betrayal in mind, opt out while you can.”

“Yeah. Okay, thanks for sayin’ that right in front of ma grand-mere. She doesn’ need to hear that crap,” Wyatt said.

“The woman deserves a warning, bayou man,” Trap said. “If she isn’t part of Whitney’s attacks on us, then she won’t mind. If she is, well, she has the choice to bail.”

For God’s sake, Wyatt. Any woman who looks and sounds like she does and gives off the kind of pheromones she’s broadcasting, enough to even affect me, is a very dangerous weapon. And she’s your fiancée? Do you know what you’re doing?

I do. I wouldn’t have called you in if I wasn’t certain. Wyatt hoped Trap would leave it alone.

Nonny glanced over her shoulder again. “What conspiracy, Wyatt? Is that the same man who gave Flame the cancer? Is he after you now?”

Wyatt closed his eyes briefly. Nonny was intelligent, and she knew most of what her grandsons did was classified, but they all respected her enough to tell the truth when they could. Whitney wasn’t part of Wyatt’s enhancements – at least he shouldn’t have been – and she already knew that name.

Nonny had gone to the hospital with Flame when the cancer had come back. Gator had tricked the woman he loved into getting help from Whitney’s daughter, Lily. At the time, Flame believed Lily was helping her father. Nonny had to know everything in order to help. While she was there, Whitney’s supersoldiers had tried to reacquire Flame. There’d been a brief but fierce battle, and Nonny had actually participated to help save both Gator and Flame.

“We don’ mean to worry you, Grand-mere. I don’ believe Pepper has anythin’ to do with Whitney. She’s an innocent, just like Flame was. I’ll look after her.”

“That’s not what I asked you, Wyatt, and you know it.” Nonny glanced at Trap. “I already know Pepper is with us.” She glared at her grandson as she pulled plates from the cupboards. “I asked, was that man after you now?”

Pepper took the plates from Nonny and set them carefully on the table. “We don’t know, Grand-mere,” she answered. “There just seems to be too much of a coincidence in all this. I was in France until a little while ago. Suddenly around the time Wyatt deployed, we were moved here to the bayou. The timing just seems off for us to believe some of this wasn’t already planned meticulously. We both know we could be walking into a trap when we go after the babies. You can’t blame Wyatt for being worried about his friends or them for being worried about him.”

She set the table awkwardly, as if she wasn’t certain how, but remembered from watching Nonny. “I’m an unknown to everyone. Of course I’m a question mark.”

You’re not an unknown, Pepper. Let them get to know you, Wyatt whispered into her mind, not liking the hurt he felt radiating off of her.

“Not to me, girl,” Nonny said. “You’re no part of Whitney and his aliene complots. I don’ need proof. I jist know. Put your gear away, boys, and wash up. Don’ wake the baby. She startles easily. Should I call Ezekiel and Malichai?”

Malichai poked his head in through the back kitchen door. “Grand-mere, have I ever missed one of your magnificent meals?” He breezed in and dropped a kiss on her neat little bun. “Not once. I’m moving right in you know.”

“Glad to have you, Malichai. Where’s that brother of yours?”

“Every now and then, ma’am, he likes to go into the bayou and track some game. Just to keep his hand in, you know. He’ll be along shortly, I expect.”

Nonny snapped her tea towel at him, but deliberately missed. He leapt back, howling anyway. “I expect that means we have company out there again tonight.”

“Yes, ma’am. But it was no one to worry about. Just the Three Stooges.”

Pepper lifted her chin, her dark eyes suddenly mischievous as she looked directly at Trap. “Don’t forget to wash up. While you’re gone, Nonny can watch me and make certain I don’t spit venom in your hot café.”

There was a sudden silence. Malichai turned his head away from the newcomers to look out the window, his lips twitching. Trap and Draden exchanged a long look.

“Can she really do that?” Draden asked.

Wyatt nodded. “I believe she could.”

“It’s never a good idea to get on the bad side of a snake,” Pepper said, her tone purely conversational. She smiled innocently and even batted her eyelashes. “Especially a viper.”

Wyatt winked at her as he led the other two out of the room. Behind him he heard Malichai laugh.

“Woman, I could kiss you for that.”

He turned back, sticking his head through the doorway to pin Malichai with a glare. “I wouldn’t do anythin’ stupid, my friend, I own several carvin’ knives.”

Malichai held up both hands in surrender and backed away from Pepper. Wyatt sent Pepper a stern look. Don’ even tempt that man. I would hate to have to carve up one of my best friends.

Pepper raised her eyebrow, but he could tell she didn’t know if he was being serious or not. Strangely, he didn’t know either. He’d had sex with her dozens of times and each time felt like the first, a crazy, out-of-control ride he would never give up. He’d gotten used to her sense of humor he found downright sexy when she was around Malichai and Ezekiel. Wyatt kept the biochemical in her system from building too much with their marathon sex sessions each night, but with two more men in the house, he found he was having a difficult time. Not Pepper. Him.