“With me.” He grabbed her hand and tugged, and when she landed, he curled around her, ignoring his new stitches. “I like you, Brigid. You’re sweet and honest and if I don’t die in the next week, I’m really gonna ask you out. Play you a song or two, and maybe you could meet Miss A.”

Brigid stiffened but didn’t say anything. “Just sleep for now, Raider. You’ll feel better in the morning.”

He felt pretty damn good right now. But he let the sparkles and unicorns take him away for a while, and he dreamed of bright colors, sandy beaches, and a sky so blue it had to be painted.

A sound awoke him and he lay there for a moment, not moving. Where was he? Light filtered in through the window blinds, and a warm body was pressed next to him. He blinked and reality came rushing back. His shoulder ached, his hip hurt, and his other leg burned a little, but he could breathe without pain, and his head was clear.

What in the hell had been in those pills?

He partially turned to see Brigid lying on her side, a mass of hair curling down her shoulder and over the comforter. She made another soft sound, her pale face pinched. “Brigid.” He ran his knuckles over her cheekbone. “Wake up, baby. You’re having a bad dream.”

Her eyes slowly opened, shamrock green and unfocused. She blinked.

He cupped her angled jaw, gentling his hold on her soft skin. “You okay?”

“Yes.” She rubbed her chin. “Even a short time in a cell was too much. Sometimes I dream of small places where the walls keep closing in.”

“You’re safe now.” He traced her full lips with his thumb, and his body started to wake up despite the aches. “I won’t let anything happen to you again.” Even if the unit disbanded, he’d make sure she ended up somewhere safe and on the right side of the law.

She leaned into his touch. “I won’t break the law again, even for a good cause.” Her eyes clouded. “Raider, I—”

His phone buzzed from the bed table and he reached for it, reading the face. “Force wants everybody in the office in an hour to plan the next phase of the op.” Shouldn’t Force be in bed somewhere? The guy definitely had a concussion along with internal bleeding.

Brigid sighed. “What’s the next phase?”

“I have to go back in.” The last person on this earth he wanted to see was Eddie Coonan. He could be ready in ten minutes, and it took about twenty to get to headquarters. That left them thirty minutes. Ducking his head, he swept his mouth against hers.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice soft.

“Taking a minute, or thirty.” Moving carefully, he rolled over, right on top of her. Good. No big pains.