Chapter 29Bridget
“Park down the street,” Thomas said.
“What?” Bernie asked.
“Something’s wrong with the house,” Thomas said. “Park on the side of the road and let me walk up.”
“Thomas, what?”
“Bridget.”
Thomas turned and looked at me with a fury that was both stunning and petrifying. His eyes were stern, and his jaw was set. I could see his hand was already trained onto his gun.
“Thomas, what’s going on?” I asked.
“When we rounded the corner, I looked up at the house, and someone was running around it. Bernie, park the damn car at the bottom of the driveway and stay here.”
“On it, sir,” he said.
“Thomas,” I said. Tears were forming in my eyes, and my hands reached out and grabbed his arm. I didn’t want him to go. I didn’t want him to get hurt. I knew I had hired him as my bodygu
