It was just supposed to be your average stakeout. My
partner and I would scope out both the coffee shop and
Laurel Wilkins, the latest target of con man Trevor Dean’s
scheme to meet women online and bilk them of their money-
and everything else. So I went inside to get a better
look. So she happened to be gorgeous with a body that made
me temporarily forget how to order coffee. So she knew my
name-Russ Evans-and hugged me like we were more than
friends. So what the $#@ is going on?
Rule #2: Cops think fast on their feet.
If she’s Trevor’s accomplice, and her job is to distract
me with sex, it’s working. But my gut’s saying no-this
lady is so innocent and sweet and totally unexpected,
she’s a con artist’s dream of a mark. The only explanation
is that Dean used my name to lure Laurel, and now this
unbelievably desirable woman has shown up expecting to
share a lot more than frothy cappuccinos. Okay-cold shower
time. Think kittens in distress, Evans. Get it under
control.
Rule #3: Cops never, ever get involved.
Never underestimate the power of a woman embarrassed in a
coffee shop. Laurel’s determined to keep that scum from
doing this to other women, even if it means offering
herself up as bait. I’ve got to figure out a way to keep
her safe—and keep my hands off, no matter how mutual the
attraction might be. Anything else would be insane.
Against the rules. And one hundred percent tempting...
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