Faith had been joined by Kate, and both were giving Troy and Jeremy worried looks. “What’s going on here?” Faith asked.

“We asked Jeremy to do some research for us, Diesel and I,” Dani said. She had no idea why Troy had joined them, but his presence made her worry escalate. “Have a seat. I’ll put this away, and—”

“I’ll do it,” Faith interrupted, grabbing the dish. “Just don’t start until I get back. I don’t want to miss anything important.”

Dani winced. She wasn’t sure that Diesel would want everyone to know what he’d discovered, because they’d know that he—She stopped herself short. They all knew that he hacked. Every single person in the room had been the recipient of information that Diesel had gained through hacking.

“That’s fine.” She took a seat next to Greg, who was watching impatiently.

“What’s happening?” he signed. “Why are they here?”

“Hi, Greg,” Keith signed awkwardly as he sat next to her brother. “How’s everything?”

Greg smiled at him. “Fine. And you?”

Greg lived with Faith and Deacon, and often visited the O’Bannion house. Unfortunately, although Jeremy and Keith were learning to sign, neither was very proficient. Keith tried hard, but claimed that his big hands were too clumsy.

Which made Dani think of Diesel’s big hands, which signed fluidly. And had held her so tenderly. Mentally she gave herself a hard shake. She was not going down that road to nowhere.

Jeremy had trouble signing because of the severe burns to his hands he had suffered in the car accident that had ended his career as a surgeon. After the accident, he’d become a professor in the medical school.

Which was why he was standing in her living room. Diesel had asked him to use his med school contacts to find out who Laurel of LJM Industries was. From the sober expression on his face, he’d found something, and it didn’t appear to be good.

Dani briefly considered telling Greg to go downstairs, but her brother had grown up so much in the past few years. Michael was going to need a friend, and that friend would need to be careful until the big bald killer was caught. Greg might not agree to the precautions if he didn’t know why. He was a lot like Deacon that way. Rules needed to make sense.

“I’ll tell you when Faith gets back,” she told Greg. “It’s a long story and I only want to tell it once.”

Jeremy gestured to Marcus to move so that he could sit next to Scarlett. Once he had, he gave her a frank appraisal. “Are you eating okay?”

“Like a horse,” Scarlett muttered.

“Good,” Jeremy said, patting her hand with his gloved one. “I want my grandchild to be healthy.”