Jamie Craig

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

“I think this might be a discussion better served elsewhere.” Horan picked up his phone, his eyes never leaving Scott’s. “Lynette, get Griswold to step in for me in court this morning. I’m going to be delayed.”


Scott waited for Horan to hang up before asking, “Elsewhere? I think your office is serving the discussion just fine.”


Ignoring Scott’s mild protest, Horan pushed his chair back and opened his top drawer. “Not if you have something you need to show me. Which will be the only way Young sees the light of day again.”


Scott’s mouth went dry. Somehow, he hadn’t expected Horan to go this far. He wasn’t sure what he had expected. “I don’t have anything to show you if I don’t have your word first.”


“I don’t make promises without some kind of guarantee.” His wrist snapped up, the keys he’d pulled out of his desk jingling against his palm. “Are you willing to gamble Hector’s life away because I’m simply being reasonable? You’re the one who came to me, remember.”


Chapter 66