He looked over her shoulder. “Miss A, Hunter, Faye, Mark, and me.” His voice cracked just enough on Mark’s name that she paused and looked at him. “We lost Mark in the line of duty. Faye and Hunter are getting married sometime next year, and Miss A is going strong.” He paused, obviously searching for the right words.

She set it down and picked up the other photo—this one of two boys and two girls, all younger than the kids in Raider’s picture. “These?”

“The next crop of kids to go through.” His smile was soft. “We crossed time there.” Then he sobered and pointed to the cute brunette in the middle. “That’s Wendy. She was with Mark, and when he died, she just took off. I mean, I know she’s safe right now, but I wish she’d reach out.” His smiled widened as he pointed to the tiny blond girl with deep brown eyes. “That’s Michelle, who was always the wild one. Poor kid spent time in foster homes across the entire country, based on whether her mom was clean or not. She’s in Portland now and doing well.”

The fondness in his voice was alluring. Brigid set the picture down. “Looks like a nice group.”

His voice softened. “My family.”

Family. Something told her Raider would do anything for family. Anything for those he loved. “I like that about you,” she whispered.

He blinked. “Like what?”

Instead of answering, she turned and gently placed the picture on the dresser. “Let’s see those uptight clothes of yours, Agent Tanaka.” Trying to force her feelings back into a box, she turned to his closet, because she also knew he’d do his duty, and if he was determined to bring down her father, nothing would make him stop. That put them on opposite sides of their mission, and that didn’t take into consideration her other duties. The ones he had no clue about and didn’t control, which would definitely irritate him. “Please tell me you have jeans that aren’t dark and perfectly pressed.”

He sighed and tugged open the bottom drawer of the dresser, pulling out several faded and ripped pairs of jeans. Everything was neatly folded and color coded. Totally organized. Control freak. “Of course. I mean, come on.”

Those were perfect. The idea of his tight butt in them made her mouth water. She had to get a grip on herself. “Okay.” She opened the closet door and shoved several nice suits out of the way. “Ah, Raider,” she breathed, pulling out a well-worn black leather jacket that was made for long rides on a motorcycle. “This is beautiful.” And so freaking sexy she wasn’t sure she wanted to see him in it.