Chapter 2

Lupe’s eyes looked wet and full. He pulled her softness to him, her curves warm against his chest, her waist tiny in his hands. Steven looked out to the horizon, remembering another pair of brown eyes….

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Their target was Conrad Stalton, the bulked-up leader of a crew of ravers who ran illegal dances. He was the primary suspect in a street meth and Ecstasy distribution operation. The Jacksonville PD and the DEA sent Steven in to work the team, see what he could find out. At twenty-seven, with a surfer’s lanky blond good looks, Steven still looked twenty-one, so he fit it well enough.