A chill ran down Charlie’s spine. They knew the fallout of the data breach would far exceed Edgar Plinski, who was now in jail for the murder of Irene Guillory.
But no one would’ve imagined such sensitive information being auctioned off.
“Let’s go inside. If there’s anything we can tell you that might help you do your job, we’re happy to share it,” Charlie said, ushering Dutch in ahead of them.
She wrapped her arm around Aiden’s waist, loving the feel of his immediate response to bring her closer, hold her tighter.
Their union was new and scary, but nothing had ever been more right. When they were together, the past didn’t matter, the future was theirs to make of it whatever they wanted, and she was grateful for the present.
For the love and trust and respect between them that kept growing every day.
To some people, happiness was having a white picket fence, the marriage license and kids.
To Charlie, it was knowing that Aiden would kill to protect her and she would do the same for him. Come hell or high water, they had each other’s back, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Aiden kissed her, quick and sweet, but burning with desire. His fingers combed into her hair, locking her to him. Her heart thumped harder, filling with unfathomable joy. She’d never felt more loved or accepted in her life.
Here, with Aiden, she was safe. She was home.
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