are important are worth doing, even if the cost might be high.”
“Even if it risks the kids?”
“It hasn’t. Not yet.” He studied her. “Right?”
Millie looked out the windshield at the brick wall of the building. Eric covered her hand with his. Given how much pain he was in, even with the meds they’d given him, she was surprised he had the energy. Things that are important are worth doing. She squeezed her eyes shut.
“Hey.”
Millie twisted. She laid her head on the headrest and stared at the man she’d loved since the first day he’d walked into Tate’s office. She’d been working the front desk then, providing her brother with admin help and intel she could gather using her skills. Eric had come to ask Tate for help. The two had known each other in the FBI years before that and kept in touch.
She’d married Eric just weeks later.
“I counted the cost of doing it, even knowing we would have children.” She swallowed. “The gain outweighed what I would sacrifice—or might have to give up—in the process. But now there’s a traitor after us all, and I didn’t see it coming. It makes me question everything.”
“He fooled all of you.”
“Clarke knows we have children. If he wants to get to us, he could use them to hurt us.” Fear was like swallowing a gallon of ice and feeling it settle in her stomach. “I’m sorry you got hurt.”
“You think I was gonna let some guy kill me and take you?”
She shook her head. “You didn’t.”
“I understand why you never told me what your job really was, but that doesn’t mean I have to like that I was kept in the dark.”
“How do I make this right?”
“Let me help you. We stick together, and we get as much help as we can. That’s our best shot at keeping everyone in one piece. Right?”
She nodded.
“The boys are with Tate and Savannah. You’ve warned them. Do you think they’re going to let anything happen to our kids?”
“No.”
“Right.” He had that look in his eye. The one he got when he thought about kissing her. Eric tugged on her hand.
Beyond his window, another car pulled into the spot beside them.
Eric grunted. “Raincheck.”
Aiden sat in the front seat, Ted in the passenger side. Millie didn’t think there was anyone in the back—until Bridget sat up.
Millie got the back door unlocked and turned off the security system—the one Clarke had disabled, but not broken, thank goodness. Tate was already mad enough about the break in and the fight. He wanted to come back and help, but protecting his nephews was priority.
For all of them.
Bridget refused help, though she walked like she was sore. Like maybe she needed help. Millie had seen that before. She figured her friend wouldn’t want Millie involved in this because of her boys. Did she not know Aiden had a child? Millie hadn’t met the kid but was pretty sure he had a young daughter he raised by himself.
She should ask Eric about that.
But needing to help her husband inside the building put her question on hold for the moment.
She walked Eric all the way to Tate’s desk where he could sit in her brother’s expensive chair. He took her hand, so she stood beside him while Ted found a seat for himself on the couch in the corner. Aiden directed Bridget to a chair at the desk. Aiden sat beside her, and Ted pulled out his laptop and booted it up.
Eric squeezed her hand. “This is a federal case. Capeira has been on the FBI’s radar for a while, but his activity in the US is limited. Until now.”
Millie started to twist toward him.
He sounded every bit like she imagined he did when he led whole teams of Special Agents into dangerous situations. “The bureau wants to bring him down along with his entire operation. They are aware the brother is dead and would like to speak with the woman seen fleeing the scene and the companion who was with her.”
“So they can question me for days about what Benito did and everything I knew before I killed him.” Bridget folded her arms. “Or they want to set me up as bait to draw out Enrico when he tries to get revenge?”
Aiden glanced over at her.
Eric didn’t back down. “What about the woman you were with?”
Bridget lifted her chin. “I have no idea who you’re talking about.”
Eric sighed. “Make sure you’re never in my interrogation room.”
“I’d take that as a compliment, but