Things get personal for Sam Brower, undercover task force detective
for human trafficking, when his niece, Autumn, goes missing. To make
matters worse, he’s forced to work with his ex-girlfriend, Lisa Conover,
former DC cop, when she’s assigned to a cold case involving his long
lost brother.
After infiltrating the gang responsible for the multiple abductions,
Sam and Lisa try to unravel the stories behind the kidnapping of Autumn
and the disappearance of Luke before their cover is blown.
Undercover work doesn’t lend well to trust. Even if they work
together like a fine tuned instrument, will Lisa and Sam be able to
salvage love after all they’ve been through?
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“Ahh!!
Oh!! Yes! Yes! It feels so good! Right there! Please, don’t stop,
please,” Lisa Conover muttered. “Harder, harder! No! Don’t leave now!”
She groaned as she pounded her fists into the hardwood floor. “Damn it!
Why did you stop?” she asked Godiva, her twenty-two-pound silver tabby
cat, who had jumped off her back and now sauntered over to a sunny spot
on the carpet, flopping down in a very unladylike manner. Just like Sam used to do years ago, gets me feeling comfortable and then he takes off.
Lisa’s
aching back muscles were so tight from hunching over her computer ten
to twelve hours a day every day for the past weeks. She needed a
massage. Better yet, she needed a vacation.
She
rolled over onto her back and stared above at the open-beamed ceiling
of her log cabin in the North Carolina mountains outside Hickoryville.
She studied the accumulation of dust bunnies along the beams.
The
setting sun cast shadows across the room as she gazed out the two-story
floor-to-ceiling windows on one wall. The view of the tranquil scenic
mountains in its resplendent fall glory replaced some of the angst she
felt about her work. She relaxed and stretched her arms above her head.
Her stomach growled, reminding her she hadn’t had any lunch today.
She
stood, trying to stretch her still-aching muscles by turning side to
side at the waist, touching her toes—or attempting to, anyway.
Then maybe she could get a few more hours of work done before bedtime.
After
putting down fresh water and food for Godiva she opened the fridge,
hoping to find something for dinner. She knew what she would find but
she looked anyway. It was empty except for a couple of eggs, and an
older-than-she-knew container of yogurt she couldn’t trust anymore.
She
glimpsed down at Godiva, who had already finished her dinner. “I think
I’ll run down to The Barn and get something to eat. You can hold down
the fort here for a while, right?” she asked Godiva, who sauntered away
licking her lips.
She
walked the short distance from the kitchen to the corner of the large
open room to her desk, which held her state-of-the-art computer system
with three screens and a laptop. She sat down to start turning
everything off when the phone on her desk rang.
“Conover Investigations, Lisa speaking.”
“Hi, is Sam Brower there?”
“Sorry, but I haven’t heard from Sam in years. How did you get my number?”
“This is the last number I had for him. I really need to talk to him ASAP.”
“Maybe I can help you. What’s the problem?”
“No, I need to talk to Sam.”
“I’m
sorry I can’t help you. Give me your name and a number where he can
reach you, and if I hear from him I’ll let him know you’re trying to get
in touch with him, okay?”
“My name’s Luke and he can reach me at…” Then the phone line went dead. He had hung up.
What is it about men? They never say good-bye.
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