U.S. Marshal Blake Foster should have seen it coming. Despite all his best efforts, all his hard-earned experience, he'd fallen into the oldest trap in history. He'd let suspect Gail Stevens get under his skin and into his dreams.
Now he had to figure out what he was going to do about it. There was no use trying to ignore it any longer. He was finding it damn near impossible to keep his hands off her. Yet he had a job to see through. No matter how much Gail heated up his blood. No matter how much he wished he didn't have to go through with it. Because whatever happened, he was going to get burned, but good.
