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clear. Besides,” he added, stepping forward so he could run his fingers through her hair. “I can see a number of benefits from having you on my payroll.”
    Paige smiled and tapped her phone, but not before Brogan saw her body twitch from the contact. The beeping stopped, just as the buyer’s car pulled up. Tate nodded at Brogan and he pulled Paige behind him, taking his place at Tate’s side.
    The man approached and pointed at Paige. “Who the hell is she?”
    Tate smiled. “Just some woman that’s going to occupy my attention for a while. Is there a problem?”
    “How do I know she’s not…you know…wired or something?”
    Tate laughed, but Brogan saw the flash of uncertainty in his eyes. Tate glanced over at Paige, scowling at the phone still clutched in her hands. The man cursed and lunged for it, shoving Brogan sideways. Brogan grunted as he slammed into a box.
    “You fucking bitch!” He held the phone up. “This isn’t a code. You’re recording everything!”
    “Paige! Down! Now!” shouted Brogan.
    Everything seemed to happen at once. Paige hit the ground as Brogan’s other contact drew his gun, hitting Leo in the shoulder. Brogan dropped the buyer’s other guard, throwing his body in front of Paige as more bullets rained down. He heard Tate screaming out orders as he ran for cover behind the car. Brogan cursed and fired at the windows, shattering the glass into a thousand pieces. Tate fired back, ricocheting a shot off the pallet beside him. The sound echoed through the large warehouse, making Paige jump beneath him. He growled, wondering where the hell Doug was when Paige’s arm snaked out and a bright flash lit up Tate’s car.
    Tate cried out, rubbing his eyes against the blinding light, giving Brogan the opening he needed. He aimed through the broken windshield and fired, hitting Tate in the chest, watching the man’s body contract in pain before he disappeared behind the car. Sirens echoed across the wharf. Red and blue lights reflected off the warehouse walls, casting colored rings on the ground. There were a few more rounds of gunfire before the pier fell quiet.
    Doug rushed to Brogan’s side, pulling him to his feet. “Fuck. We didn’t expect it to go south so fast. One minute we’re listening on Paige’s phone, the next we hear shots.”
    Brogan nodded, helping Paige to her feet. He’d practically squished her into the concrete in an effort to keep her covered. “He caught on to the phone trick, and I couldn’t wait.”
    Doug nodded, watching as Brogan hugged Paige.
    “Looks like a success. With all the evidence you’ve gathered over the past six months, Paige’s photos and the conversation we were able to record tonight, we’ve got more than enough to put him away for a very long time, that’s if the doctors can get that bullet out of his chest.” Doug patted Paige on the shoulder. “You did great. If you ever want to change careers…”
    Paige laughed, but Brogan could tell it was forced. “Thanks, but I think I’ll stick to the other side of the lens.”
    “Fair enough.” Doug cleared his throat and pointed to the motorcycle. “Better get her out of here, Agent Johnson, before the press arrives. I don’t want to have to explain her involvement. I trust the two of you can lay low for a few days, while we get this sorted out…see what we can do to bring you back to life.”
    Brogan didn’t even answer. He just swept Paige into his arms and headed for the bike.
    * * * *
    Paige walked into the cabin and headed straight for the bed, her body so tired it took all her strength just to take off her boots. They’d only stopped to pick up a few necessities before heading back to the old shack. Brogan had insisted they stay there until Doug had everything wrapped up.
    Brogan followed her in, leaning against the door as he watched her from behind a veil of shadowy lashes. She could see his indecision hunched in his shoulders, but wasn’t sure what to say. There was a