One Night In Texas. Jane Sullivan

operative with orders to retrieve blackmail information on congressmen. If all that was true, if he really was one of the good guys, then if she turned him in…

      “Alyssa?” he said. “Can you get me out of here?”

      The soft plea she heard in his voice gave her the feeling that his life really was in her hands. She pictured him in a jail cell, lost to the world for years, all because he’d followed government orders. Her resolve began to disintegrate.

      Trust him.

      Even though there was no logical reason for her to act on those words, they sounded inside her head until they screamed so loudly she couldn’t ignore them.

      She let out a breath of resignation. “Yes. I can get you out of here.”

      “How?”

      “My key card will override the lockdown mechanism. It’s in the pocket of my jacket.”

      He pulled out the card, tossed her jacket to her, then turned to look at the door. “There’s no reader on the inside.”