“You’d already neutralized the gunman, and I thought you were going to die.” Her voice wobbled at the end, and my anger dissipated. Other than my Navy buddies, I couldn’t remember the last time anyone really cared about whether I lived or died. But Bridget did, for some unknown reason, and it wasn’t just because I was her bodyguard. I saw it in her eyes and heard it in the faint waver of her usually cool, crisp voice. And I’d be damned if the knowledge didn’t hit me harder than a bullet to the chest.
