will catch him. He won’t get away.”
Millie stood beside Eric. “We got Enrico Capeira’s phone.”
The special agent’s eyes widened. “That’s a huge gain for the bureau. We could get intel on a whole lot of his contacts with that. People he works with and transportation routes, as well as potentially his entire network.”
Millie nodded.
“And your client list?”
Bridget lifted her chin. “We’ll need the company who operates the server to confirm what we think, but the fire I set did substantial damage. If it hasn’t been destroyed, then we can rest assured it wasn’t accessed either.”
Eric tipped his head to the side, studying his wife’s face. “Might be for the best if it was destroyed. Given the sensitive nature…” He trailed off and shrugged.
“Why would I not need the client list for my business?” Millie set one hand on her hip. “If it’s destroyed, then my company is dead. I’d have to start over again.”
Eric shifted. Everyone caught the wince, but given he’d been shot recently, Aiden was surprised he’d been working this long tonight. “Maybe that’s for the best. After all…” His voice trailed off, and he waved at her midsection.
Aiden realized what was going on.
“Excuse me.”
Eric followed her. “Mill—”
Bridget turned to Aiden and hugged his waist. “I think there’s more for them to figure out. What with Millie being pregnant and all.”
Aiden felt the pull of a smile on his lips. “I caught that as well.”
She lifted one brow. “Are you going to tell me what to do in my career?”
Alarm bells blared in his mind. He had to tread carefully or things could go very badly. “Am I your husband in this scenario?”
“If you were, would that give you carte blanch to decide whatever you want, with me abiding by it whether I agree or not?”
“I’d hope that respect and trust would be mutual.” He hugged her back, their faces close. “I would also hope that whatever bump in the road we came across, we’d sit down and talk through together. There are bound to be things we disagree on. That’s just life.”
“So how do those things get resolved?”
“Wisdom. Prayer. Trust. Compromise. Humility.”
Bridget nodded, eyeing him with an expression of amused study on her face. How she managed to have such expressive features, he didn’t know. And yet, no one else seemed to be able to read her the way he could.
“But the first step after Clarke is caught is getting out of here. We have a breakfast date with our daughter.”
Her eyes lit.
“Hey!” An armed HRT agent yelled. There was a scuffle of clothing and a dull thud. Someone moved.
Aiden looked over Bridget’s shoulder. She turned, which put her in front of him as the unconscious man rose. Metal flashed in the air. A blade.
Aiden shoved her away as it flew through the air toward them. With a sickening sound, it sank into flesh at the spot where she’d been standing a mere second ago.
Bridget screamed.
Aiden stumbled back. Fire tore through his abdomen as he fell. Hands on his stomach, and a knife embedded in him.
His tailbone hit the floor and the knife shifted. Aiden cried out.
The HRT agent tackled Enrico’s man to the ground and cuffed his hands behind his back.
Bridget screamed his name.
He looked down at his hands, wet with blood.
Thirty-seven
Bridget fell to her knees beside him. “Move your hands.” She whipped off her jacket and gently situated it around the entry point of the blade. She couldn’t pull it out. Despite the raging instinct to get rid of it, the reality was that the blade currently plugged the hole in him. Lord. There was so much blood. “Jesus, help us.”
Aiden blinked at her. Bridget pushed the jacket closer around the wound. His breath hitched, and she had to wince. “Sorry. I’m sorry.” For so much. For everything. “Hang on.”
Behind her, Millie cried. Eric yelled into his phone. “We need medics up here, now!”
Aiden’s eyes glazed. Bridget stared at him. “Hang on.”
He had to hang on. He had to, there was no other outcome she would accept. Lord. She wanted to make a bargain. To plead with God to save him, promise anything. Everything. There was nothing she wouldn’t hand over or change to try and convince the Lord not to take him right now.
“Bridge…”
“Don’t try to talk.”
Eric touched her shoulder. “They should be up here in seconds.”
She nodded but didn’t take her attention from Aiden. “You heard that, right?” She knew he had, but needed to say something. “Seconds. They’ll be up here in