Scalded Secrets

Sloane let out a startled cry, hauled Killian toward the sink, and cranked the faucet wide open so that a cool stream rushed over the spots the boiling coffee had burned.

A broad patch of angry red spread across the back of his right hand—proof that the beverage had been far from lukewarm.

“There's news about your brother?” Killian muttered.

Sloane blinked. “The military has a lead, yes, but right