Isaac Ford seeks help from the detective who put him in prison -- now security consultant, Andrew Wen -- after an unexpected prison break weeks before his release. Despite an almost twenty-year age difference and being on opposite ends of the law, the attraction between them culminates in a one-night stand that teeters Isaac between turning himself in and returning to a life of crime. His decision is made for him when he discovers a young man waiting for him at his safe house -- the son he never knew existed.<br><br>Months later, Isaac has been reconnecting with his son, Dalton, and started a security consultancy of his own, looking for a fresh start. His past catches up to him, however, when he runs into Andrew at the police station, both seeking information on a new thief. Andrew isn’t happy Isaac left that night or that he’s been encroaching on his business, but the passion between them rekindles as trying to one-up each other turns sexual. Neither plan to let anything more come of their tryst until Andrew finds out about Dalton, who he knew in college, and a theft at Dalton’s job forces Isaac and Andrew to work together.<br><br>Dalton playing matchmaker complicates things. What’s worse is how easily Isaac and Andrew keep giving in.

Public Enemy, Undercover Lover

“Hard to be late for something in my own home,” he said stiffly. “Pretty sure we didn’t confirm family dinner for this week.”


Family dinner was a staple, even with their father moved halfway across the country for his retirement—and to not be as readily reminded of the loss of their mother by staying in the city—but that didn’t give Steven permission to just come over.


Andrew had gotten caught up in work for other clients after the alley. He’d called Kevin, who’d left Avalon after looking over Dalton’s research, and they decided to reconnect on Monday. He hadn’t had the chance to come home yet and shower.


“When we don’t confirm, at least one of us still makes sure it happens,” Steven said, taking his seat and staring expectantly at Andrew to join him, who hadn’t moved from the entryway.


“You know I hate the records without singing.”


“Your bad taste is beside the point, but if you hate them so much, why not let me have them?”


Chapter 30