Only her family called her Ari. This man knew that. But to the rest of the world, she was Professor Ariana Costas, proper and dignified. She’d come home to face her crazy family and she’d needed the conservative facade she’d built around herself to get through it.

But her normal camouflage wasn’t helping. She hadn’t been home five minutes and the insanity had begun again. Only this time she was embroiled in her sister’s life, someone was taking potshots at her, and the sexiest man she’d ever seen was her only link to Zoe. Normalcy was nowhere to be found.

She met his gaze, the one that seemed to see inside her and read her emotions. “Whatever Zoe said about me, it couldn’t have been pleasant.”

He laughed. “Zoe does speak her mind,” he said without directly replying to her statement.

“And she’s cautious about trusting people.” Ariana narrowed her gaze. “Yet she mentioned me to you.” A fact that gave her another reason to get closer to him.

To this intense, sexy man.

CHAPTER TWO

Detective Quinn Donovan didn’t break eye contact with Ariana Costas. That jet black hair framed a gorgeous face with glowing olive skin and sea green eyes befitting her Mediterranean roots. At a glance, she was identical to her sister. But her beauty wasn’t what drew him. He’d worked with Zoe and she hadn’t affected him at all sexually—though he acknowledged she was an attractive woman—and certainly not emotionally.

Yet in one meeting, Quinn had been sucker punched by Zoe’s twin. There was much more to Ari Costas than good looks. In those deep green eyes, he saw a depth of character sadly lacking in his world. Even her federal-agent sister, who knew how to turn off her emotions, had softened when she spoke about her twin. Seeing Ari in person, Quinn understood why. Damned if she didn’t get to him, too.

Despite the rift between the sisters, Ari seemed to know Zoe well. Quinn said, “Zoe’s got good reason not to trust people.” No cop or agent did. But, respecting Zoe’s privacy and cover, he didn’t reveal more.

“Especially me.” Ari glanced away, with seeming sadness and regret.

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Quinn hadn’t anticipated Ari’s reaction to her sister’s disappearance or his response to it. He hadn’t meant to hurt her, and guilt over his role in this charade hit him hard. As a child, he’d trained himself to experience no pain, yet he felt hers now.

“Aw hell.” Reaching out, he massaged her shoulder, having a damned hard time ignoring the scent of her shampoo and the feel of her feminine softness beneath the suit jacket.

She shivered. For the first time, he realized she wasn’t dressed for the weather. Shrugging off his jacket, he covered her shoulders with the heavy leather, all the while reminding himself he couldn’t afford to let down his guard.

He didn’t know who’d taken the shot or where the triggerman had gone to, but he didn’t want Ari making herself an easy target. Which reminded him of her earlier attempt at saving her delectable behind. Serpentine my ass, Quinn thought. Didn’t the woman know the old Alan Arkin and Peter Falk movie had been a comedy, not a lesson in sniper avoidance?

Another difference between Ari and her twin. If not for the outward resemblance to her experienced sister, Quinn would doubt they were even related. But they were.

And now Ari was here, getting herself mistaken for Zoe, and threatening to blow two years of painfully laid groundwork to take down a drug operation whose money was being laundered through Damon’s new casino. Because Quinn had already ingratiated himself with Damon, the local division of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives had agreed to take Quinn and his partner on loan from their police department. One group was working the drug sting, while Quinn was this close to substantiating the money-laundering accusation.

But as long as Ari stayed near Atlantic City , she was in danger and so was the op he’d spent two years setting up. Both Zoe and his superiors were going to be royally pissed at this turn of events, no more than Quinn himself.

He wanted Ari, her soft body, fragrant scent, and the feelings she aroused in him, gone. “Let me take you home.”

She shook her head. “I’ll be fine.”

“Because if the sniper comes back, you’ll serpentine?”

She scowled at him. “I hadn’t thought about him returning,” she admitted.

“Is your car around here?” he asked, even though he’d seen her walk to the beach and knew just how close her parents’ house was located.

She shook her head.

He placed a hand on the small of her back and steered her toward his truck. Once they were seated inside, Quinn laid an arm over the back of her headrest and turned her way. “I assume you’ll be going back to Vermont soon?”

Now that she’d been shot at and scared half to death, he was sure she’d leave New Jersey far behind. She’d damn well better, because until Ari was on a plane out of here, she was a walking target and was Quinn’s problem.

“I’m not leaving until Zoe comes home,” she said.

He clenched his jaw. “I thought the police said . . .”

“The police said she’s missing,” Ari said sharply.

“Missing with little likelihood of being found. No clues, no body,” he said, softening his voice when he ought to be hammering the point home. When was the last time he’d tempered his words or his tone for anybody?

“Exactly.” Her body shook with pent-up emotion. “And until I see her body, I will believe she’s very much alive.” Wrapping her arms around herself, Ari curled into the passenger seat beside him. “I’m staying right here and waiting until she walks in the door.”

“Good God,” Quinn muttered, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “Does stubbornness run in your family or what?”

She tilted her head toward him. “Why? Do you have a problem with stubborn females?” she asked, a small smile tilting her lips.

He groaned, then leaned so close he saw light freckles on her nose. “Listen very carefully to what I’m going to tell you, because I only intend to say this once.”

Her eyes grew wide with anticipation.

“Your sister’s alive.”

She sucked in a deep breath but before she could interrupt, Quinn continued. “I can’t tell you how I know or why I know, and you can’t reveal what I just said to another living, breathing person on this earth.”

And she’d better follow his instructions. Ari had caused enough trouble already. Just by showing up in Ocean Isle, she’d not only made herself a walking target, but she’d raised the notion that Zoe might not be dead after all.




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