Sweet Dreams Boxed Set by Heather Graham, Alex Kava, Brenda Novak, Lee Child, Erica Spindler, Allison Brennan, Theresa Ragan, Carla Neggers, Cynthia Eden, CJ Lyons, Liliana Hart, J.T. Ellison, Tiffany Snow, Jo Robertson Page A
Authors: Heather Graham, Alex Kava, Brenda Novak, Lee Child, Erica Spindler, Allison Brennan, Theresa Ragan, Carla Neggers, Cynthia Eden, CJ Lyons, Liliana Hart, J.T. Ellison, Tiffany Snow, Jo Robertson
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point, but left after one term. He’d been the elected D.A. for the last three years.
She’d trusted Matt. Not just because of his background, but because he was her father’s friend. He was a prosecutor who thought the same about justice as she did. He was, basically, a good guy. When she was confronted with Tommy Cordell’s corruption, she didn’t know who else to go to. Internal Affairs? Absolutely not. Her boss? Hell, no. Her dad? She’d considered that ... but he would have either told her to talk to Matt or to go to IA. Matt seemed like a good idea at the time.
It wasn’t completely Matt’s fault that she’d been burned. She’d let herself be used by Matt and the FBI. She’d sought Matt out in the first place and told him about her partner. She’d been willing—reluctantly—to work with the FBI when Matt brought them in. She hadn’t told him no, keep them out—because his argument about why they needed to be involved was valid. And they’d already had an open investigation into Rykov, so she was just part of something that already existed.
It was your choice, your decision. Live with it.
At least she was alive. Her life might be a mess, but being dead would have been a lot worse.
She was about to get up to clear the plates, when Matt put his hand over hers. “I’ll do it,” he said.
She almost objected, but decided why volunteer to rinse dishes if there was someone else willing to do it?
Matt cleared their plates, rinsed them, and stacked them on the counter. Alex went back to the refrigerator, retrieved two beers and handed one to Matt. “Okay, spill, because I’m tired, have a full stomach, and plan to crash as soon as I can get these clothes off.” She shut her mouth. That was not an appropriate thing to say.
He smiled at her. “Let’s sit somewhere more comfortable. The den?”
She’d rather have put him in the stuffy living room with the hard sofa and ugly portrait of some disapproving old general. But she nodded and led Matt to the back of the house, which overlooked the tree-framed yard and small swimming pool. Her grandma’s cottage was on the other side of the pool, an eight hundred square foot one-bedroom guest house. Alex would never forget the battle her dad had when her grandma insisted that she live out there, rather than the house. Judge Morgan always expected to get his way—and he wanted his elderly mother to live in the main house, especially since all the kids were gone. But Jane had insisted she wanted her own space, and stubbornness definitely ran in the Morgan genes. As it was, the arrangement had worked out well for everyone.
Alex sank into one of the over-sized chairs and sat with her legs outstretched. She and her brothers, Aiden and AJ, had watched many football and baseball games in this room. Good memories. She missed those days.
She shifted, trying to get comfortable. She was stiff and sore, but tomorrow would be worse.
“Are you really okay?” Matt asked, concern in his green eyes. “I almost went over to the hotel after I saw the news.”
“I’m fine,” she snapped. “Don’t coddle me. I’m tired, so if you would please just tell me whatever it is you think I need to know, then go, I’d appreciate it.”
Matt tensed, and she almost felt guilty for snapping at him. Almost .
“I need to know that whatever I tell you stays between us. If you don’t agree to help, you can’t say anything to anyone.”
“Got it.” She crossed her heart, then sipped her beer. “Help with what?”
“I’ve known Travis Hart for a long time, since we were both prosecutors together. I never liked Travis, didn’t trust him, and thought he’d intentionally screwed up a couple cases. When Sandy Cullen retired, she recruited me to run for District Attorney, so I did—and Travis ran against me. He lost. It was a bitter fight. He left the D.A.’s office shortly thereafter and took a position in a corporate law firm, then was appointed Lieutenant Governor
She’d trusted Matt. Not just because of his background, but because he was her father’s friend. He was a prosecutor who thought the same about justice as she did. He was, basically, a good guy. When she was confronted with Tommy Cordell’s corruption, she didn’t know who else to go to. Internal Affairs? Absolutely not. Her boss? Hell, no. Her dad? She’d considered that ... but he would have either told her to talk to Matt or to go to IA. Matt seemed like a good idea at the time.
It wasn’t completely Matt’s fault that she’d been burned. She’d let herself be used by Matt and the FBI. She’d sought Matt out in the first place and told him about her partner. She’d been willing—reluctantly—to work with the FBI when Matt brought them in. She hadn’t told him no, keep them out—because his argument about why they needed to be involved was valid. And they’d already had an open investigation into Rykov, so she was just part of something that already existed.
It was your choice, your decision. Live with it.
At least she was alive. Her life might be a mess, but being dead would have been a lot worse.
She was about to get up to clear the plates, when Matt put his hand over hers. “I’ll do it,” he said.
She almost objected, but decided why volunteer to rinse dishes if there was someone else willing to do it?
Matt cleared their plates, rinsed them, and stacked them on the counter. Alex went back to the refrigerator, retrieved two beers and handed one to Matt. “Okay, spill, because I’m tired, have a full stomach, and plan to crash as soon as I can get these clothes off.” She shut her mouth. That was not an appropriate thing to say.
He smiled at her. “Let’s sit somewhere more comfortable. The den?”
She’d rather have put him in the stuffy living room with the hard sofa and ugly portrait of some disapproving old general. But she nodded and led Matt to the back of the house, which overlooked the tree-framed yard and small swimming pool. Her grandma’s cottage was on the other side of the pool, an eight hundred square foot one-bedroom guest house. Alex would never forget the battle her dad had when her grandma insisted that she live out there, rather than the house. Judge Morgan always expected to get his way—and he wanted his elderly mother to live in the main house, especially since all the kids were gone. But Jane had insisted she wanted her own space, and stubbornness definitely ran in the Morgan genes. As it was, the arrangement had worked out well for everyone.
Alex sank into one of the over-sized chairs and sat with her legs outstretched. She and her brothers, Aiden and AJ, had watched many football and baseball games in this room. Good memories. She missed those days.
She shifted, trying to get comfortable. She was stiff and sore, but tomorrow would be worse.
“Are you really okay?” Matt asked, concern in his green eyes. “I almost went over to the hotel after I saw the news.”
“I’m fine,” she snapped. “Don’t coddle me. I’m tired, so if you would please just tell me whatever it is you think I need to know, then go, I’d appreciate it.”
Matt tensed, and she almost felt guilty for snapping at him. Almost .
“I need to know that whatever I tell you stays between us. If you don’t agree to help, you can’t say anything to anyone.”
“Got it.” She crossed her heart, then sipped her beer. “Help with what?”
“I’ve known Travis Hart for a long time, since we were both prosecutors together. I never liked Travis, didn’t trust him, and thought he’d intentionally screwed up a couple cases. When Sandy Cullen retired, she recruited me to run for District Attorney, so I did—and Travis ran against me. He lost. It was a bitter fight. He left the D.A.’s office shortly thereafter and took a position in a corporate law firm, then was appointed Lieutenant Governor
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