adventure.
Instead of staying here and allowing Fiona to put ten pounds on him, he decided to go make a different kind of midnight raid. After hearing about Bode bothering his aunt and the family treasure, he was in a dangerous mood.
J UDAH HESITATED ONLY ONCE , and that was in the hall outside Jonasâs old room, where Sabrina now resided. Normally, the brothers slept in one of the large bunkhouses, having moved out once they hit the teen years, though occasionally they slunk back to their old rooms in the main house if they had an injury, which, thankfully, wasnât often. But it was easier to be where Fiona wouldnât have to run out to check on them twenty times a day, which she did when they were injured, no matter how many times they told her it wasnât necessary. His brothers hadnât even asked him where he wanted to sleep off his triflingâin his opinionâconcussion; theyâd dumped him unceremoniously at the house.
But Jonas shouldnât be in residence, nor any of the other brothers. Judah froze outside Sabrinaâs room, surprised by the answering murmur of a manâs voice. If he didnât know better, heâd thinkâ¦
He didnât know better. He knew nothing at all, Judah told himself, tiptoeing past her room. He had bigger fish to fry tonight than who was paying a nocturnal call on Fionaâs personal secretary.
He sneaked past Fiona and Burkeâs room without any trouble, and flitted past the family library where they held their meetings, just in case any of the brothers were hanging out in there. One never knew where a Callahan might be loitering, and Judah didnât want to answer any questions.
Then he was out the door and into his truck. Not a soul would know he was laying his pride on the line.
âWhere are we going?â Sam asked through the window of the truck, and Judah swallowed a good-size howl.
â We are going nowhere,â he said. â Iâm taking a short, private drive.â
âAh. To see Darla.â Sam leaned his arms on the door. âYou know what your problem is?â
âTell me,â Judah said. âIâm just dying to know.â
âYour problem is that sheâs getting married in two days, and itâs not to you. Getting that concussion is the best thing that ever happened to you.â
âWhy?â Judah asked, irritated.
âBecause you need to be defending your castle, not riding rodeo.â
âThereâs nothing to defend. I donât have a castle.â
âIf my lady was pregnant, there wouldnât be any discussion of her marrying another man. That sucker wouldnât dream of encroaching on my territory, because heâd know Iâd knock his block off. In fact, my lady wouldnât be thinking about marrying another dude, because sheâd be so wild to get into my bed.â Sam gazed at him. âLike I said, you have a problem.â
âThanks for letting me know,â Judah said, âbecause I hadnât figured that out on my own.â
âYou need to buck up. Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of the party,â Sam said.
âIf there was a party to be had. Will you get out of my truck so I can go?â he demanded.
âYou donât know of any women I could go carousing with tonight, do you?â his brother asked. âIâm in the mood for looove. â
âDo I look like a dating service? Did you lose your little black book?â Judah was getting steamed. âWhy would any sane woman want to carouse with you?â
Sam sighed. âThis case is getting on my nerves. I could use a distraction.â
Judah straightened. âAre there new developments?â
âWell, Bodeâs pretty endless with his tricks and appeals.Heâs got a pretty seamy team of lawyers. And as you know, law isnât my strong suit.â
Judah blinked. âYouâre the best lawyer around. No one