Page 54 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

Just like she didn’t want to want him.

But,Christ, she did.

They were doomed.

Because that kiss between them by the pool had been fire.

His erection proof of how much he liked locking lips with her.

The soaked crotch of her bathing suit proof of what an expert kisser he was. So good that he caused a wetness that had nothing to do with pool water.

So yes, it was a problem.

Because he was a dick.

And she didn’t do dicks. The people, not the appendages.

It was late when she pulled into the back lot of The Plant to pick up the sedan. She wasn’t heading to the laundromat tonight. She had other plans, instead.

If Senior Special Agent Colin Crew didn’t like it, too bad. He had plenty of opportunity to respond to her texts.

She might not have any money to make a buy, but she could at least scope out the Hawg Wild Saloon. She could rub elbows with some bikers. Make conversation. Drop some hints about her interest in buying meth.

Then she could write her daily report tomorrow morning and see how long it took him to notice where she had spent her night. When he returned to The Plant, she could confront him about teasing her with the idea of her doing a buy and then leaving her hanging like a flag without a breeze.

The rear lot behind The Plant was just as she expected—mostly empty—since no more than two team members worked overnight. One would monitor and transcribe wiretaps and sometimes someone would monitor the cameras.

But what she hadn’t expected was a familiar Harley parked in one of the spots.

She couldn’t be one-hundred percent sure it was their dear leader since she wasn’t a pro at identifying motorcycles. If it was, had something happened with the task force for him to come in on his day off? If so, she hoped it wasn’t anything bad.

She needed to head upstairs to grab the key for the sedan anyway, so she might as well check to make sure everyone was all right before she headed out.

Just as she was turning the corner to take the covered exterior steps up to the third floor, the side door banged open and the man himself came barreling out, startling the shit out of her when he almost slammed into her.

She slapped a hand to her heart to press it back into her chest.Holy shit.

She did her best to sound unaffected when she asked, “What’s going on?”

He stopped short and looked as surprised to see her as she was to see him. “What do you mean?”

She flipped a hand out, and explained, “You’re here late.”

His brow furrowed. “So are you.”

“I’m working. You’re supposed to be off.”

“I wasn’t working. This is the BAMC’s clubhouse, remember? We were hanging out and…” He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter what I was doing. Everyone else left and I figured I’d run upstairs and check on the guys before heading home.”

Damn, maybe he wasn’t such a dick. Maybe he had a caring and protective nature about him.

Oh hell,she’d rather continue to think of him as a dick. It was safer for her.

His brow dropped even lower. “What are you doing?”

“Going upstairs to pick up the key for the pool car.”

“Where are you going?”

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