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Bram watched Hex get Addie settled at a desk in the command center, showing her how to access the computer system. They pulled up CCTV of the gallery and the street around it.
“I warned you,” Hex said. “It’s going to be tedious.”
“It’s important,” Addie said. “I want to help find this guy. He’s terrified me, and now he almost killed Bram…”
Bram rested a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. She was worried about him. It’d been a long time since someone had cared for him like that.
Sure, his team had his back, but no one got a worried look and nibbled their bottom lip like this. Not since his ma and Fiona. He was pretty sure his dad didn’t give a shit.
Bram pulled out his phone and wandered to the edge of the room. Hex gently bullied Addie into eating, and she started searching the CCTV footage. She had a cute little furrow in her brow as she concentrated.
His hand curled. He wanted to kiss that spot. Wanted to kiss her all over.
He remembered every detail of that long, dancer’s body. He wanted her so much.
Keep her safe first.
He put the phone to his ear and called Santi.
“Excalibur. You doing okay?” the bomb expert rasped.
“Still alive and in one piece, thanks to you.”
Santi snorted. “A good way to be, believe me, I know.”
He remembered Santi’s injuries. “Sorry.”
“I’m alive and kicking, too. Could be worse. How’s your pretty blonde? She looked freaked.”
Bram glanced at Addie. “She’s fine now.”
“Baby yours?” Santi asked.
Bram released a deep breath. “Yeah.”
“Congrats, man.” He let out a laugh. “If it’s a little girl who looks like her mama, you’re so screwed.”
Bram froze, his scowl deepening. A little girl? Wonder and fear mingled in his gut. He knew nothing about little girls.Fuck. He’d had a sister, and he’d failed in looking after her.
“Fuck.”
Santi laughed. “When the boys come sniffing around—”
Bram cleared his throat. “I called about the bomb. Have you found anything.”
“Standard IED, Bram. Put together with whatever our asshole could lay his hands on. Only one part I found that was of any interest.”
Bram’s hand tightened on the phone. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. One bit of metal had writing on it. A manufacturer part number. Might be nothing. He could have just found it in a scrap yard.”
“What was it?”
“Not sure. The letters are in Cyrillic.”
Bram frowned. “Russian?”
“Yes. But like I said, your bomber could’ve just raided a scrapyard or something. Might mean nothing.”
