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

The starkest reminder of that was in the headline of the newspaper resting beside his blueprints: Jareth Boyega Dead by Lethal Injection.


He wasn’t the only inmate on death row who’d escaped at Christmas—his brother, Jericho, would have been too if he hadn’t left the city long before anyone could arrest him—but he was the only one who’d been mere months from the final curtain, and Isaac was the reason he’d gone back to jail. That didn’t weigh his death on Isaac’s conscience, but it did draw a hard line between who he’d been and who he wanted to be.


That, a handful of the usual death threats, and a note from Willow G that had arrived with the paper.


Seriously, Arty, are you back in the game?


Even what was effectively the criminal hotline assumed he was playing double agent.


“What’s up, Dad?” Dalton asked, stepping into his line of sight. He was smudged and dirty, carrying three empty beer bottles, two of which Isaac knew were Luke’s, waiting to be replaced with fresh ones.


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