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to be an indicator of something really wrong with her, but it felt so right.
    Ever so right.
    Craig’s shoulders dropped. “Don’t do this, Morgan. You’re still my brother. Walk away from her and be loyal to the crew.”
    “The crew? You’re not part of the crew anymore, so what happens to us is none of your damn business.”
    Craig sighed. “Fine. Suit yourself, but remember: you did this.”
    Katie, sure she was about to die, held her breath. Craig stepped back and raised the gun. He back away from them before suddenly disappearing through the open door.
    Katie heard his car start and tires peel angrily. She gasped, and started to cry.
    Morgan cupped her face and pulled her up. “It’s okay Katie, I’ve got you.” His hands were gentle as he held her. His mouth met hers and his arms went around her. She clung to him and the shelter his body gave her. That throb of desire grew, becoming an actual physical ache, and when he stepped away she had to fight the urge to tell him to get naked, and make love to her right there in the house where she’d been held captive.
    She was going crazy. “H-How did you find me?”
    He sighed. “Craig wasn’t trying to hide, not really. This was…this house was Lisa’s.”
    She searched his face, trying to figure out the connection from the pain in his eyes. “Who’s Lisa?”
    “One of our foster sisters. She died last year, but Craig and I stayed close with her up until then. Craig kept the house. He couldn’t let it go. I knew if he took you anywhere other than his place, it would be here. He keeps the power on and water running.”
    Katie looked around at the place. “He was in love with her, wasn’t he?”
    “Yes,” Morgan said and sighed, sounding like a lost boy. “When she died, he kind of went off the rails.”
    Katie started to clean up the splattered food and scattered dishes.
    Morgan reached for her. “What the hell are you doing?”
    There was a huge lump in her throat and she wasn’t sure she could speak past it, but eventually she did. “I’m cleaning up. Morgan, he did this because…because…”
    “I know why he did it.” His voice was inflexible. “I even have a suspicion that Lisa dying like she did is what really caused him to do a lot of the stupid things he’s done lately. But that’s no excuse.”
    She wanted to hate Craig, but all she felt was pity. Morgan might have been able to help him sooner. He could have saved Craig from losing himself. “How did she die?”
    Morgan sighed and took the plate from her and set it on the table. “We…we were foster kids. Not all foster parents are nice people. We all landed in a house with a couple that was really abusive. Craig and I did our best to protect her; she was four years younger and very timid. Her parents had abandoned her, drugs, you know, and she was really fragile.” He sighed and shoved the chair up to the table, as if trying to shove the past away. “She got hurt. A lot. Craig stabbed our foster father one night when he heard Lisa crying in their bedroom. They put him in a youth detention center for six months, even though they knew the foster parents were abusive. Lisa and I went to a group home that was like a fresh page out of Hell. Craig was shipped there too, after juvie. We all swore we’d take care of each other. We did. Lisa…she never really recovered. I always thought if she could have, maybe Craig could have settled down. But she…she…some people get lost, Katie, and they never find their way again. She never did. Craig pretty much supported her, even though she was always running from guy to guy and spending all the money she made in the clubs, she was a dancer, to get high. Craig just never gave up on her.”
    “She overdosed?” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them
    Morgan nodded. Her heart squeezed painfully. “And this was her house,” he whispered.
    Katie nodded, letting Morgan speak through his loss.
    “Craig had it cleaned up. It