Kevin opened the door wide and kept an open palm on his lower back right next to his gun. He focused on the man in front of him, but his eyes didn’t stop moving around the yard. If someone else was out there, he wanted to see them before any shots were fired.
“Can I help you?”
Riley was behind him with a pistol lowered to his side out of the visitor’s view.
“Sure,” he said in a slow drawl. He turned around and studied Kevin before he acknowledged Riley with a tilt of his head. “Mighty cold out here. Do you fellows always run around without a shirt in the dead of winter?”
Kevin started to say something.
Riley beat him to it.
“What can we help you with?” Riley asked. This time he stepped away from the door, enough to let their visitor see his weapon.
Amused, he glanced down and then said, “I’m here to see Sydney.”
“Sydney is busy,” Riley snapped. “Real, busy.”
“She is?” he asked in a deep baritone voice before adding a chuckle. “I imagine you’re right. I bet little Sydney has her hands full here.”
“Yes, she does,” Riley said defensively. “Can I relay a message to her?”
Kevin studied the man in front of them. Something was strangely familiar about him. He didn’t like the fact that he couldn’t spot a vehicle anywhere. Then again, the guy may have walked in from the gates. He might have the access codes if he worked for Sam, but why the hell would he bother in this weather?
“Are you from around here?” Kevin asked before the guy had the time to answer Riley.
“Yeah, I am. Just tell her Brock stopped by. She knows me and she knows I’ll be around.”
“Brock, you gotta a last name?” Riley stuck his hand out in an attempt to shake it and knowing Riley, tug him inside and start a good ole southern brawl.
“Yeah, I do.” He said when he reached for Riley’s hand, took it and shook it. “It’s Brock Donovan,” he let the dark glasses fall to the bridge of his nose. “I’m your brother,” he nodded at Sydney as she nearly tumbled down the stairs when she heard the news. “And she’s my girl.”