Hotshot defense attorney James Scott always follows his gut -- even when it tells him an obviously guilty man is a victim himself. Homicide detective Owen Duke doesn't have time for gut feelings -- he lives by logic and evidence. And all the evidence tells him that Scott's client is guilty of the cold-blooded murder of a young ballerina.<br><br>Scott, a notorious media darling, is willing to risk his reputation and his career on the kid's innocence. But his undeniable charm is not enough to save his client's life. He needs Owen Duke, a man who stands for truth and justice, even if the detective hates Scott and his gut feelings.<br><br>What's supposed to be an open-and-shut case quickly becomes a quagmire of lies, murder, and rotting corruption. Suddenly, instead of being a thorn in Duke's side, James Scott is the only person in San Francisco the detective can trust. As the attraction between them deepens, they race to save an innocent man, but can they save their own hearts in the process?

Pas de Deux

Heat rushed to his cock. Those characteristics would be a bigger bonus in the bedroom. Or on a table. Or against a wall.


“Could you give me the list of people you spoke to today?” Duke pushed the notepad he’d been writing in over coffee that morning in front of Scott, open to a blank page. “I’d like to compare it to Saucedo’s notes.”


“I bet you are hell during cross-examination, aren’t you? Opposing counsel must wince when they see you on the witness list.” Scott pulled another piece of paper from his pocket, tossing it on the table besides the recorder.


“You had these ready to give to me?” Duke asked in disbelief.


“I knew you would want them. Hell, I wanted you to have them. You can keep the recorder, too. The interviews are very illuminating and not even a little incriminating.”


Though Duke slipped them into his pocket without further questions, his inquisitive gaze remained steady on Scott. “Thank you. This makes things easier for me.”


Chapter 16