She chuckled on a sob. “I want you to trust me again. This is the best team ever, and I’d never do anything to hurt you. I’m just so sorry.”

He frowned and gingerly limped toward her, patting her awkwardly on the shoulder. “It’s okay, and I’ll let the rest of the team know the truth. We’ve all been undercover, and we get the job. If I didn’t trust you, you wouldn’t be sitting here right now with my only family spread across your feet.”

Her heart burst, and she quickly wiped away the tears. He was just so funny—the tough guy couldn’t handle tears. “I’m forgiven?”

He patted her harder, and her teeth rattled. “You’re totally forgiven. I promise.”

“Raider is still mad at me.” She sniffed, her attention already caught by the second monitor. “So is Wolfe.”

“I’ll make sure they know all the facts,” Angus said, backing toward the door. “But it’s up to them, you know?” He closed the door quietly, obviously running from the emotion in the room.

“Well, at least he isn’t mad any longer. Right, Roscoe?” She pivoted, already lost in the scrolling code. The dog started to snore louder, and she fell back into the challenge of the hack.

* * *

Raider shoveled in the cheeseburgers and fries that Wolfe had found for lunch, sitting at the small round table in their crappy motel room. The place was probably owned by Eddie. “I can’t believe you let me sleep that long,” he said, reaching for another burger.

“You were seriously drunk.” Wolfe munched contentedly on a chicken sandwich. “It’s good that you and Eddie bonded. Did he tell you anything of use?”

Raider shook his head. “Not really. Just a lot of talk about loyalty with threats thrown in.”

“Normal guy stuff.” Wolfe jerked his fries away before Raider could attack them. “Do you remember singing about putting a ring on Brigid’s finger?”

Raider paused in the middle of chewing and looked up at the ceiling. “Vaguely?” He winced. “I didn’t make too much of an ass of myself, did I?”

“Nah. You’re a happy drunk.” Wolfe took a drink of his soda. “What’s up with you guys?”

Raider finished his third burger. “I’m not sure. We pretended to be engaged, then we hooked up, and then I found out she was lying to us all.” He munched on some fries. “Turns out she signed a deal with HDD, and they scared the crap out of her. I need to have another talk with Rutherford and this time use my fists.”

“Hmm.” Wolfe lounged in the chair, his body too large for the rickety wood. There was no doubt he’d crash down in short order. “Seems like you care for her. Why not just protect her?”