Expired Getaway (Last Chance County #7) - Lisa Phillips Page 0,86

effective. After all, that had been her specialty as a CIA agent.

Bridget might not like the fact the US government trained people in enhanced interrogation techniques, but it was a reality of war.

“She might’ve been uh…motivated. Because she wants to make up for what she did.”

“I’m supposed to believe she feels bad, or even guilty?” Bridget made a face. “More like she doesn’t want me to be mad at her, and she’s trying to make up for it.”

If that got them Clarke, and Capeira, she wasn’t going to complain. It also gave Bridget time to work through her feelings. When she was ready to face it all, she planned to talk everything over with Sasha.

“I’ll call her.” Bridget palmed her phone. “Find out what she knows, and see if pooling resources will get us further.”

That way she could ensure Sasha was still around when Bridget decided she was ready to talk.

Millie nodded. “Good idea.”

Even though her friend’s actions had wrought serious damage in Bridget’s life, she wasn’t going to cut Sasha out until she had satisfaction. Neither of them had a big social circle. They’d been family for years. Bridget didn’t plan on giving up on her until she got what she needed, and maybe even then she wouldn’t cut the other woman out entirely. Even though it hurt to think of seeing her now.

If Bridget wanted Sydney, Aiden, and Sasha all in her life, then she needed to finish this. And even if there were issues between her and Sasha, they could be dealt with later.

Right now, it was time to get to work.

Bridget headed for the lobby. The more they were together, like she and Aiden had just been, the greater the threat for them all.

Eric could take care of Millie. And vice versa.

She sent a text. As she approached the main entrance, she got a reply. It only took fifteen minutes for Sasha to pull into the parking lot.

Bridget strode out as her colleague slowed in the pickup lane. The second she climbed in, Sasha eyed her. “I’m surprised you called.”

Bridget was too but knew Aiden wouldn’t appreciate their methods. They worked faster and more effectively without the cops and all their red tape. “Are you working on taking down Clarke?”

“Of course.” Sasha drove through the parking lot to the exit. “You just might not like my plan.”

At the red light, Bridget retrieved the gun from the glove box. “You really should find a new spot to hide that.”

Sasha let the car slow to a stop. “You’re going to shoot me?”

“You stole my child from me.” Bridget pointed the weapon at her. “Tell me why I shouldn’t.”

“Because I know what Clarke’s next move is.”

Twenty-nine

Aiden wandered back to the kitchen after tucking in Sydney. Something about coming home to her every day settled him like nothing else. Except maybe being with Bridget.

Though, that was, at the same time, wildly different.

“She okay?”

He nodded and headed for the sink. It was empty. He spun to Jess who was sitting on a barstool. “Did you do my dishes?”

She grinned. “A kitchen fairy showed up.”

Jess and Ted had both come over for dinner, right as the sitter left. At any other time, he’d be at peace with all of what was happening, and the level of precautions he always took. But Bridget’s fear had begun to resonate with him, building up over time, until Aiden found himself on edge in his own home.

Waiting for gunshots to invade his world the way they had more than once recently.

For the door to be busted down.

Or the phone to ring.

Jess’s smile dropped and she shook her head, asking without words if he was all right.

Aiden shook off the thoughts and tried to focus. “Next time the kitchen fairy comes, tell her the counters are supposed to be wiped down, too.”

“She doesn’t do counters.”

Beside Jess, Ted grinned. “Ain’t that the truth?”

Jess gave him a playful shove. Ted’s laptop was open in front of him, and he typed while listening to them chat more.

Aiden appreciated their company. “Sydney is mostly asleep, listening to an audiobook.”

Jess’s expression softened. He had to wonder when these two were going to get married and have kids of their own. Though there was no rush to do that, he could tell she wanted to have children someday. And she was a fantastic surrogate aunt to Sydney.

Jess was one of his best friends. He was anxious to know if she’d get along with Bridget. Instead, she was off saving all their lives from