One Man's Family

As he waited for the door of his cell to open, he forced that thought from his mind.

Because he knew that Alicia couldn’t love Joey and Lia any more if they were her own children and would protect them as if they were her own, he felt some measure of comfort.

He also felt guilt. Because although he’d trusted her with his children, he hadn’t trusted her with the one thing she’d been asking for since his arrest.

The truth.

Chapter Four

Scott wasn’t the type of man to be preoccupied by thoughts of a woman. But as he made his way toward CRDC through Friday afternoon traffic to visit Joe Juarez, he found himself thinking about Alicia instead of the job she’d hired him to do.

His mind circled back to the one thought that had plagued him throughout the day: he shouldn’t have stayed for dinner.

There was a part of him that doubted the wisdom of accepting her as a client, but he knew the real problem was his inability to remember she was a client.

When he’d left the police force and been offered a position at his friend’s investigation firm, he’d chosen to specialize in surveillance because it was a job that didn’t require much interaction with others and afforded even less opportunity for small talk. In his work, a client was a name on a contract and a corresponding number on a file. A client was not—or at least never had been before—a stunningly attractive woman with fathom-less dark eyes, temptingly full lips, shapely mouthwatering curves and the soft and lyrical voice of an angel.

Yeah, dinner had definitely been a mistake.

And then he’d compounded the error by staying to help with dishes and drink coffee. The next thing he knew it was after ten o’clock, Alicia was trying to stifle a yawn, and he was thinking that he needed to go so she could get to bed. Except that thinking about Alicia in bed was another mistake, because he could all too easily picture himself right there with her.

Maybe it wasn’t so surprising that he was attracted to her. After all, he was a man and she was…a goddess, he decided, for lack of a better description.

And if he’d met her at a different time and under different circumstances, he might have been tempted to test the attraction he felt, see if it was reciprocated, maybe indulge in the kind of steamy affair Darlene had recommended. But circumstances weren’t different, and right now Alicia Juarez probably wasn’t looking to further complicate her already complicated life.

Which was a damn shame.

In any event, she’d hired him to do a job and he needed to focus his efforts on doing that job.

But what would happen if he uncovered evidence that incriminated rather than exculpated her brother?

He frowned as he steered into the parking lot of Columbia River Detention Center, certain that such a result would ensure he never saw the inside ofAlicia’s bedroom.

Although he was inclined to believe that Joe Juarez was somehow involved in the crime of which he’d been convicted, he was keeping an open mind until he had solid evidence that pointed in one direction or the other. In the meantime, he was very interested in hearing what the man himself had to say about the events that had put him behind bars.

He was surprised when the first thing Joe said, after the introductions had been made, was, “You must be well-connected.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because I barely finished filling out the paperwork to add your name to my visitor list, and here you are.”

Scott shrugged. “I called the superintendent to inquire if the documentation had been filed and he expedited the process.”

“The superintendent?” Joe whistled in mock incredulity.

“Well, I see your son comes by his attitude honestly enough.”

The other man’s eyes narrowed. “You know Joey?”

“We met last night.”

“Ali didn’t mention that.”

“No?”

Joe just watched him for a long moment before asking, “How do you know Jordan Hall?”

“His sister is married to my cousin.”

Joe snorted. “Is that supposed to be a recommendation?”

“Take it any way you want.”

“I want to know if you’re any good or if my sister wasted her money hiring you.”

“Which possibility bothers you more?” Scott asked.