Gage told Mackenzie when he walked back into his office. She didn’t exactly look thrilled to hear his news, but then again, he hadn’t expected her to be. They’d spent a good part of the early morning hours talking about what going after Hardy would entail, and Mackenzie had been pretty clear about her feelings that she thought someone else in the department should be kicking in the man’s front door instead of him and his team. They’d barely survived Hardy’s first attack, and now Gage wanted to put himself right in the crazy bastard’s sights. “I have to do this, sweetheart,” he’d told her. She’d tried hard not to cry, but he’d seen the tears. “Why?” “Because there’s a good chance Hardy will resist when the DPD shows up on his doorstep.” Gage gently wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb. “If that happens, a lot of cops will die. Unless my pack and I are there.”
