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themselves.
    Of course, she would be putting him in jail for life.
    That thought came roaring in.
    Damn it, she didn’t need to start feeling sorry for him.
    He was the bad guy. She’d seen the file. Drug running, thefts, and more assaults than she could number. She’d seen his juvenile records, too, and she put it all together suddenly in her head, realizing that Lisa was the name of the child he had stabbed a foster parent over, claiming the man had been molesting the younger girl.
    He had done time in juvie for that anyway, something she hadn’t felt was fair, for a lot of reasons. If there had been like someone like Craig around in most of the foster homes other girls whispered about to her late at night, who knew how much better the system might have been to its kids?
    Craig’s body pressed into hers. His mouth found hers, and all her thoughts flew away as he lifted himself over her. He wore a sleepy, sexy expression, and his body met hers, creating heat and friction all over her skin. “You mentioned something about reciprocating a favor? How ‘bout now?” His erection rubbed the inside of her thigh, teasing and seducing her.
    How could she want him so much when it was so obvious that he was the last thing she needed in her life?

CHAPTER 5
    T he next few days passed in a haze of lovemaking and shared conversations. Jessie had never met anyone like Craig. He was infuriating and glib, but he was also wounded and enticingly haunted. She often found herself wanting to ask him if he still thought about Lisa, if he still loved her, but she didn’t.
    They wouldn’t plan a meeting with Blake Wilkes too soon, or he would immediately suspect something. Jessie knew they had to figure out a way Wilkes would want to get Morgan out, or, if that didn’t work, she would have to risk having him sent out herself. She didn’t dare tell Craig she had that ball in her pocket. Nor did she know how to go about using it without exposing herself.
    There was her cover to consider, and the mountains of evidence she had stashed away in a storage facility. She knew she was failing at keeping her distance from Craig, and every day that passed was one more day he got closer to her.
    Getting close to him was risky and stupid. She knew it, but she’d wake up in the mornings and roll over to see his face on the pillow next to hers, and the loneliness that had dogged her would well up again, reminding her that she had never let anyone in before. It tore at her, but not as much as knowing that loneliness would be her constant companion after this case closed.
    She’d lie beside him, watching him sleep, and wonder how in the hell she could keep him out of it. It frustrated her. She knew the only difference between a dirty cop and a good one was a few intentions, whether they were good intentions or otherwise; it was forgetting that justice, and not the people who were on the wrong side of it, was what really mattered.
    It was easy to forget that Craig was one of the bad guys, that he had run dope for Wilkes too. Hell, it seemed the whole city ran Wilkes’ dope for him, and maybe Craig hadn’t known at first that the shit that Wilkes’ sold was the same product he peddled to the mid-range dealers. Wilkes had set Craig up, but it seemed impossible to prove.
    There really was no way to keep Craig out of it.
    Nate had found out there were DEA agents undercover months ago. They’d discovered the identities of all of them, except for her. Jessie knew exactly why that was. Wilkes had people in the agency on his payroll, too, and since she wasn’t on the roster, she was safe for Nate’s personal investigation. He didn’t have a clue about her.
    But for how long?
    She had no way of knowing. Eventually he would find out. He was biker, but he was also a damn good lawyer. He knew how to find things out. If Nate had been a cop, he’d have been a good one. She still needed to check in with her contact at the police station, or the Director would