Lexi loosened the sail. “So, what are you going to do?”

“Make a plan,” Devin answered logically.

“No kidding, Sherlock. What kind of a plan?”

“I’m going to need your help with that.”

It needed to be devious, brilliant, but the simpler the better. It needed to paint Lucas into a corner, but he couldn’t see it coming.

“You could kiss him again,” Lexi offered.

“That’s the best you can do?”

“You’d turn the tables on him. You’re a gorgeous woman, you know.”

Devin could see where Lexi was going with this. But is wasn’t something she’d be able to pull off. “I’m not exactly a vamp.”

Lexi’s voice was laced with laughter. “But you could be. You glam up good. I’ll lend you a dress. We’ll do your makeup, get you some sleep-with-me heels, mess around with your hair.”

Devin chuckled in return. “And then what?”

“And then he’s putty in your hands.”

“And…?”

“A little pillow talk. You learn his secrets.”

Devin splashed some water at Lexi. “I’m not going to sleep with him.”

“Of course not. Just, you know, put on some sexy clothes, give him a couple of come-hither looks. If you can learn something useful about Konrad-or about Lucas for that matter-you can take it to court.”

Lexi leaned far back to balance the boat in a freshening wind. Devin tightened her hold on Amelia and shifted her weight to help out. The sail rippled loudly in the wind.

“It might work,” Devin called to Lexi. “I find concrete proof that Lucas and Konrad plotted Amelia’s birth for their own financial ends, and I’m home free.”

Lexi slowed the boat down as they neared her beach. “And if he’s already playing you on the sexual front?”

“Then I’ll lull him into a false sense of security.” Devin wasn’t scared. Okay, she was a little intimidated at the thought of playing sexual politics with Lucas. But it was for a good cause, and she’d simply have to make sure she kept her wits about her.