"Oliver, high alert," Logan barked into the radio.
"We've had men here since we picked this place, right?" I asked as everyone seemed to tense up.
"Yes." Burke finally released me to move closer to the monitor. "What do you have up your sleeve?" he murmured, watching Blaine.
"Time to make a hasty exit, guys," came someone else's voice through the radio.
"Copy that, Mike. Exit strategy three."
At Burke's command, the four of us hustled down the back hallway to the cars waiting behind the building. Sam stood watch over them, but still checked them for bombs before Logan got in the driver's seat of one vehicle and Caden the other. The rest of the men would wait until they saw Blaine leave before extricating themselves.
"Is Blaine planning to do something?" I asked.
"There's no way to know for certain," Burke answered.
Logan pulled out onto the street. "Better safe than sorry."
"That's an ironic motto for a mafia Family," I commented.
Burke chuckled and pulled me close to his side. We made it back to the house without incident, but then Burke practically dragged me up the stairs.
"Take off your clothes."
I’d barely made it inside the bedroom when he gave the order. "Blunt, are we?"
He smirked but held a forefinger up to his lips. "Do it."
With a frown, I did as he asked. When I was naked in the middle of the room, he picked up my blouse. I had to clamp a hand over my mouth to hold in my gasp when he plucked a small round disk off the collar.
Burke took it into the bathroom and dropped it on the floor, smashing it on the tile with the heel of his shoe. I was already checking over every other piece of clothing I'd just worn. Burke brought a robe to me, and I slipped it on while we searched together.
"It didn't occur to me until we were most of the way here," he finally said when we'd finished checking. "Asher got close to you so we wouldn't see it on the cameras."
"Was it a tracking device?"
"Unlikely. Our house isn't a secret. It was a listening device."
I tried to think back over our conversation at the church. "What did they hear? Did we say anything they can use against us?"
Burke shook his head. "No, we didn't really say anything incriminating."
"Thank God."
I watched him, wondering what he was thinking. He'd been clingy since the incident with Casper, making love to me with a fervor tinged with desperation. Not that I would complain about having passionate sex with my husband, but his actions unnerved me.
"Did we gain anything today?"
Pacing the length of the bedroom, Burke ran his hands over his jaw. "Not especially. I had a feeling they suspected us of the bombing, and I didn't think they wanted an alliance as much as they hoped to ambush us."
"So we were smart to set up the church ahead of time."
"Yes."
"Why are you so agitated?"
He stopped walking. "I'm not."
"Yes, you are, and you have been for some time."
