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Brax nodded. He wasn’t happy, but Gideon was right.

Jenny had never seen Brax wound so tightly. He was like a different man. Even in the truck in Bangladesh he had exuded calm, but the entire drive home from Gideon’s house, he seemed ready to explode. As they went up the little walkway to his porch his energy was so high that she saw him force himself to take little steps to match hers.

Her palms grew even clammier than they had been in the truck. What had she done wrong?

After he opened the door for her to walk through, Faith was there, excited to see them home. She bent down to give her love, but Brax just stalked past his dog.

What in the ever-loving hell?

“Fine, be mad at me, but don’t take it out on Faith,” Jenny said as Brax threw his truck keys in the fruit bowl.

Brax whirled around. “What are you talking about?”

Jenny pointed to where Faith was standing at his knee, waiting to be petted. “Faith. I’m talking about Faith. Don’t take out your bad mood on her. I’m an adult. I can take you being mad at me, but it just confuses her when she has done nothing wrong, so stop it.”

Brax crouched down and began scratching Faith behind her ears. “What are you talking about, me being mad at you? I’m not mad at you. As a matter of fact, this is the first time in hours that I feel like I can breathe.”

Faith ran back to Jenny, and she patted her head.

Jenny looked at Brax and realized that behind his hard expression, there was pain. She gave Faith one last pat, then went over to Brax and ran her hands up his chest. “Tell me about it,” she murmured.

“We figured out who wants you dead.” His voice was strangled. It was as if the words came through a rusty pipe.

“Okay.” Jenny waited for the other shoe to drop.

“Didn’t you hear me?”

“Honey, that’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

He dropped his forehead to hers and took a deep breath. “Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, it is.”

She waited.

“You don’t understand. I find a bad guy. I take him out. End of story. This is a hell of a lot more complicated than that. We’re pretty sure that Ronald Lynch is involved, and that’s what makes it so complicated.”

Jenny frowned. “The CEO?”

“That’s the guy.”

“Why would he want me dead? I’m a tiny little fish in the Cyber Tech ocean.”

“I need a drink. What about you?” Brax asked.

“Sure, I’ll get it,” she offered.

“You go sit down on the couch. What would you like?”

“A little bit of that bourbon. But if it is really bad, maybe a little bit more than a little bit.” Jenny went and sat down on the couch. Soon Brax came out with two glasses, one was twice as much as the other.

“Here you go.” Jenny eyed her glass. It was far more than a little bit. It did not bode well.

“There better be snuggling to go along with the bourbon,” she warned.

Brax sat down next to her and pulled her into his arms.

“Did you know that after you went to Bangladesh that Edgar Travers got transferred to the US?”

“Yeah. I heard it through the grapevine. To begin with, I thought they had found out about his embezzlement and that he was going to be arrested, but instead he was promoted. I told Fiona to continue to lie low.” She took a small sip of her bourbon and watched Brax take a larger sip. “By the way, I called and left her a voicemail this afternoon. I did that when it was morning, her time. I should have done it sooner. I called Tina, and she was really mad that I hadn’t been in touch.”