by Leigh, Jo
Yeah, it was a crappy apartment, but he didn’t give a damn. Not when he got to go to bed with her every night and wake up to her every morning. They lived off his savings as she focused all her energy on the painstaking work of compiling evidence from the ledgers. He spent most of his days working with Nate. Doing intel, following up on leads, tracking people. He knew a hell of a lot more about surveillance than he had before.
But he came home to Kate, and that made up for everything. His mother’s house had just sold, and that money would keep them for a while longer. And now this. Baker, that sonofabitch, had come through. On all counts.
Jeff’s duplicity had been exposed. Tim’s name had been cleared, Purchase House was once again in business. The meth labs had been closed down, and the Wu Chang was no longer a functioning gang in Chinatown.
Seth was healing, but still bitter as hell. From what Vince could see, Harper was taking it well, but she was tired. She still worked in the clinic an ungodly amount of hours, then she came home and worked with Seth. Vince just wished that Seth would ease up on her a bit. She had saved his life.
“What the hell?”
Vince turned his attention back to the TV. Kate went to the counter and cranked up the volume. Senator Jackson Raines from California was holding a press conference, and behind him, on a bulletin board, were pictures of Nate, Seth, Boone and Cade, all of them in uniform.
She came back to the table, and took his hand as the senator spoke. With great fervor and much indignation, he accused the men he’d come to know and respect of being terrorists and traitors. Of trying to sell the poison gas to foreign enemies. And he vowed to the American people that he would stop at nothing to capture and convict each and every one of them.
Kate squeezed Vince’s hand. “Now we know who’s controlling the money,” she said, her voice amazingly calm, considering. “And you know what? He’s going to pay. No way in hell this country isn’t going to know the truth. That our guys are heroes.”
Vince looked at her and was stunned yet again at her grace and courage. “They’re not the only heroes.”
She kissed him, so hard he had to grab the side of the table. And when she pulled back, there was that stunning determination in her eyes, that flash of fire he knew so well. “We have work to do.”
“Yep,” he said. “Let’s lock and load.”
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