Page 69 of Security Breach

“Aww, now. Don’t be like that. Besides, Dana loves me, and you hate to make your sweet wife angry.”

Jon rolled his eyes as the others in the room laughed.

David dropped a light kiss on Emma’s mouth, then nudged her back to the table. “What’s all this?”

“My haul from The Bare Ewe.” Emma rubbed the strands of a skein between her fingers. “I’m going to enjoy working with this yarn. Madison sent me a book of patterns, too. I can’t wait to try the sock patterns.”

“It’s easier to buy them at the store,” Jackson muttered.

“Easier, yes,” Emma admitted. “Making my own is more fun.”

“If you say so.” He didn’t sound convinced.

“What did you find out, Jon?” David asked.

The sniper glanced at Emma before focusing on David. “I hacked into the security cams at Emma’s safe houses.”

“And?”

“I have photos you need to see.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Adrenaline poured into David’s bloodstream at Jon’s news. “Enough to get an ID on the perps?” he asked. They needed a break. He desperately wanted Emma to be safe. For that to happen, the Butcher and his partner must be behind bars.

“The men were careful to keep most of their faces averted.”

Most, but not all. He smiled. “But you caught enough.”

A slight nod. “We won’t have to look far.”

What did that mean? “Let’s have a look.”

Emma gathered her supplies and returned them to the bag. Her hands shook.

David wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “Have you looked through the book yet?”

She shook her head.

“Choose a pair of socks for me.” He wouldn’t wear them on the job, but he’d definitely wear the socks at home and treasure them. The task gave Emma something pleasant to focus on despite the topic of conversation.

The conversation in the room came to a halt as the operatives stared at him. He glared at the lot of them. They would have done the same thing if their girlfriends or wives needed the distraction.

Emma glanced at David. “You’ll wear them?”

“Absolutely.”

Her face lit with pleasure. She removed the book from the bag and pulled out two rolls of yarn. Thankfully, one roll was dark gray and the other was black. He could live with either of those colors.

Jon snorted, then returned his attention to his laptop.

“I wouldn’t laugh too loud, dude,” Jackson said with a grin. “If Dana knits socks, you’ll be wearing a pair of those handmade beauties, too.”

“No way. That’s not going to happen.”

“You say that now. Aren’t you the ice-cold sniper who drops everything the minute his wife calls?”

Jon narrowed his eyes. “I can kill you from one thousand yards away.”

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