And came face-to-face with Henry, who also had a gun in his hand.
His best friend lowered his Glock. “Fuck.”
Bennett lowered his SIG. “That’s the word of the day.”
“I took down a couple of the attackers.” Henry scowled. “You and Hadley got a few of them too. They ran, and dragged their injured into an SUV and took off.”
Bennett blew out a breath.
Then he turned, grabbed Hadley, and kissed her.
She slid a hand into his wet hair, and kissed him back.
“You two are okay then,” Henry said dryly.
Bennett made himself pull back, but yanked Hadley against his chest, absorbing the feel of her.
This had to end. His enemy had to be stopped.
“How did you get here so fast?” he asked.
“I was on the way to the office on my bike.” Henry nodded to the big, black motorcycle parked at the edge of the street.
The traffic was snarled, people milling around gawking, and he heard sirens in the distance.
“I got a ping on my phone that the Bentley was in an accident,” his friend continued. “I probably broke a few traffic laws to get here.”
Bennett clapped Henry on the arm. “I’m glad you did.”
“Westley’s getting desperate.” Hadley wrapped her arms around her middle. “He’s losing control.” She met Bennett’s gaze. “He wants to kill you.”
Bennett stared at the abandoned garbage truck. “These guys will likely be hired mercenaries.”
Hadley nodded.
He cupped the side of her face. Even soaking wet, she was beautiful.
“Well, I’m not really interested in dying.” He looked up. “Henry, organize a car to pick us up. We’ll go back to my place. Can you deal with the police?”
His friend nodded. “The press will work out that it’s your car in the Thames.”
“I think that’s okay,” Hadley said, a look in her eyes. “It provides good cover. Tell everyone that Bennett is recovering at home after a terrible accident.”
Bennett nodded as well. “Westley will think that’s where I am. Licking my wounds.”
Henry glanced out over the river. “He won’t be expecting you to be undercover as a caterer at a fancy wedding.”
“Exactly.”
“I’m coming tomorrow, by the way,” Henry added.
Bennett frowned. “Henry—”
“I’ve already organized to join the MI6 crew.”
“He’s so darn clingy,” Bennett muttered to Hadley.
She smiled, but then her nose wrinkled. “God, we smell bad.”