Lindsey Paxton was
once the number one defense attorney in New York. She fought for those
who were innocent, but charged. Her instincts were her lifeline, never
failing her, as they guided her in her choices of who to defend. Or so
she thought. Until she won a case she would forever wish to have lost.
Her client, an
accused rapist, kills and rapes a woman only a day after being set free.
Destroyed by her role in the woman's death, Lindsey blames her father's
controlling ways for what she has become, and runs from her career and
life.
Years later, the
past becomes the present. Her father has cancer, and Lindsey is forced
to leave her career with the Washington branch of the FBI. She finds
herself facing the responsibility of running her father's law firm with
the reluctant help of hotshot attorney Mark Reeves, a man who sparks her
temper while also managing to tempt her heart. With his help she finds
herself fighting the emotional battles of the past, tempted to trust
both him and her instincts.
Now, faced with a
case inherited from her father so similar to her career-ending one, she
now must decide if her instincts will lead her down the path to saving
an innocent man or setting free another killer. But while she fights her
own battles, someone watches, wanting from the past what he had failed
to get the first time: Lindsey.
Something about
this woman got under his skin. Such a tough exterior, yet so much pain
underneath. It made him want to touch her, to hold her. She looked into
his eyes: emotions glistening in the form of unshed tears.
And somehow he
knew he had been given a unique glimpse beneath her exterior. One very
few ever saw.
He reached out and
tipped her chin up, knowing he shouldn’t touch her, but unable to stop
himself. “I bet those green eyes can slice air in the courtroom.” His
gaze dropped and lingered on her lush lips. So soft, so full, so in need
of being kissed. He couldn’t remember ever getting his business senses
blurred by a woman. Yet here he was, thinking about kissing Lindsey
Paxton, daughter of his ex-partner.
A woman who was
way too connected to a world he had no intention of ever revisiting.
“That was a long
time ago,” she said, yet her eyes held a distant look, as if she was
remembering.
Mark reached out
and playfully tugged at a long blond curl, wrapping it around his
finger. Lindsey sucked in a breath, as if shocked. He suspected she
wasn’t. They both felt this strange tension between them. It begged to
be acted on.
He offered her a
soft smile, trying to convince himself to leave her alone. “You are very
hard-headed. Maybe you do resemble your father in some ways.”
Her eyes narrowed,
and her response came quickly. “If that’s the case, then you resemble
him as well.”
Mark couldn’t hold
back his laughter. “You are more interesting than your father ever was.”
She took him off
guard by offering a desperate plea. “Will you help me, Mark?”
He hesitated. For
some crazy reason, he wanted to help her. He didn’t have the time nor
did he have the inclination to be involved with Paxton, but to be
involved with Lindsey had appeal. He shoved aside the irrational
thought. “I have commitments.”
She reached out
and touched his arm. He felt the desperation in her action. “Mark, I
can’t take this case. I can’t. I know you don’t know me and have no
obligation to help me, but I really, desperately need you.”
He couldn’t help
it. He liked the way that sounded. How many men had she ever said she
needed? He would bet none. It fired up the wholly male part of him, and
made him want to rise to the challenge. He tried to keep the heat raging
inside in check. But his finger moved lightly down her cheek, as if on
its own accord. She shut her eyes, and he knew she absorbed his touch,
rather than fought it.
He leaned forward,
near her ear. “You need me, do you?” he teased.
Lindsey opened her
eyes. They stared at each other for long, intense moments packed with a
potent undertone. Moments that had nothing to do with business and
everything to do with attraction. “Yes, I do,” she whispered. “I need
you.”