Billionaire Misery by Lexy Timms Read Free Book Online

come looking for her personally.
    Right now, all she knew was that, if she didn’t make a major break soon, Wilkes would slip right out of her grasp. This small window of opportunity was closing fast. Craig was the key to taking Wilkes down.
    However, she couldn’t seem to stop putting off asking him about a meeting with Wilkes. The days went by, and, while Nate was unhappy about her spending so much time with an exile, the things he had her doing were low-level at best because of the pending trial with Morgan and the Orphans. She knew she should be collecting more information on Nate too, but it didn’t seem right at the moment.
    She needed to figure out what she should be doing and where she should be focusing. With Craig around, she couldn’t focus on anything else.
    One night after she came back from a long run for Nate, she sat down in the living room, tossing the money that Nate had given her onto the table. It was money she was supposed to log in for a police report, but she was so eager to get back to Craig that she hadn’t gone to that storage locker to do so.
    She stared at the money on the kitchen table, and then across to the wall where she pictured Craig sitting on the other side of it in the living room. Her eyes trailed back to the dirty money. Keeping a cent, even if it was for just a little while, was wrong. She knew it. This needed to be logged as evidence. She needed to remember her real job here, and focus on that. She should be putting her emotions and all that shit aside and concentrate.
    Craig came into the kitchen. He smelled like whiskey and wind and leather. All her recriminations flew right out the window as he strode to where she sat, and planted a kiss on her mouth that left her breathless and gasping. When it broke off, he asked, “Hard day?”
    She smiled, loving that his scent clung to her lips. “Not really.” She realized her face must have given her away. She played it as best she could. “But Nate told me in no uncertain terms that he isn’t taking you on.”
    His eyes were hooded, but he met her gaze and held it. “You might have to choose between me and them at some point.”
    She did know, although the ‘them’ that she would have to choose over him were not the OutKasts, but a different crew. It was the DEA. That brought all her thoughts from a few minutes before surging back.
    Craig’s face grew grim. “Jessie, I’m an exile. An orphan all over again. I know you want to be in Nate’s crew. It’s okay. I know. I get it.”
    She stared at him. The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them. “I don’t care about being in the OutKasts nearly as much as I care about spending time with you.”
    He froze a moment, and then his eyes betrayed him before he could hide his reaction to her honesty.
    She cursed herself inwardly. How had she just managed to blurt that out?
    He said, “You’re crazy. But I would take you any day. Twice on Sunday.” He punched a fist into his opened hand and tucked it under his chin. He looked like a foster kid who had just been picked up by a family.
    She wanted to take it back, because she had a terrible feeling she had made him incredibly happy... and she would end up having to destroy that hope and happiness.
    He pulled her to up to stand, wrapping his arms around her waist. “You never stop taking my breath away with the things you do and say.”
    His leg pressed against hers, and her pulse sped up. He could turn her on with nothing more than the smell of his jacket and skin after a long, hard ride. That was even more dangerous than the emotions that churned through her heart when she woke up in the morning and stared down at his sleeping face, wanting to see that face every single day of her life.
    She had to stop this thing between them, and she had to stop it now, but the thought of being without him made her ache all over.
    It wasn’t just that she would be alone again. It wasn’t even the dreaded loneliness. It was