she said, her eyes taking on a steely resolve. Shawn narrowed his eyes. “Don’t push me on this Cleo. If I have to drag your ass back to the vault it will waste time I could be using finding Roxanne. You want to work with your dad? That means you take orders just like the rest of us.” She huffed out a breath but nodded, resigned. “You’re right.” She turned to go, heading back to the house, “but I won’t always be working for my dad.” Shawn really didn’t like the sound of that, but once he was sure she was headed back to safety, he put it on the back burner. Right now, he had a six year old to find. He would worry about the, too beautiful for her own good, and way too young, lioness when the current mission was over. Of course, if he flew his first search pattern on the path she took back, it was no one’s business but his own. Demon was the one who found Roxanne, or more accurately, Roxanne found him. He was close to two miles out and nearly to the back wall of their property. She fell into his arms, literally from where she’s been hiding in one of the trees. She reeked of wild mint. Demon caught her flying figure and nearly tossed her back.
