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

“Good morning,” Scott greeted pleasantly, sitting in the chair opposite Horan before the DA had the chance to offer the seat.


“I’m not interested in plea bargaining for Young,” Horan said, cutting straight to the chase. “So unless you’re here to hand me a signed confession, I suggest you go tilt at windmills someplace else.”


“I’m actually more interested in the sort of deal you’ll be requesting to save your own ass. I wouldn’t count on anything, though. The governor has to look tough on crime, after all.”


Horan didn’t even blink. “As per usual, you’re making absolutely no sense. Is there an actual purpose to this impromptu meeting, or are you just hoping to annoy me to death?”


“There are several actual purposes for my visit. First and foremost, we need to discuss the little chats you’ve been having with my client. I’ve already reported you to the state bar on suspicions of an ethics violation.”


“And suspicions are all you’ll ever have. You have no proof.”


Chapter 65