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 Deanβs 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 sheβs Trevorβs accomplice, and her job is to distract me with sex, itβs working. But my gutβs saying no-this lady is so innocent and sweet and totally unexpected, sheβs a con artistβs 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. Laurelβs determined to keep that scum from doing this to other women, even if it means offering herself up as bait. Iβve got to figure out a way to keep her safeβand 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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