It didn’t make sense, but his eyes weren’t lying. It was Kaz’s daughter cowering in front of him. ‘Oh, shit.’ Devlin could hear Kaz’s voice, whispering in his ear. ‘What do you know about five-year-old girls?’ The little girl’s eyes had travelled up his whole height and back down again. Now they were getting wider. Any second and she was going to scream. Shoving down panic, Devlin put his finger to his lips. The scream got swallowed, but not forgotten. The small head tilted, in a heartbreaking echo of her mother. Pulling in a shaky breath, Devlin marshalled his scattered wits. He could do this. It was female. Pint-size but still female. Although the usual passwords, Manolo Blahnik, diamond earrings, weekend in Paris, weren’t going to work here. He’d just have to go with charm. He hunkered down, careful to keep his distance, and tried out a smile. He got a wary, watery grimace in response.
