Becoming Rain: A Novel by K.A. TuckerBecoming Rain: A Novel by K.A. Tucker

Becoming Rain: A Novel

byK.A. Tucker

Paperback | March 3, 2015

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A suspense-driven New Adult romance novel from the USA TODAY bestselling author of Ten Tiny Breaths and Burying Water.

Luke Boone doesn't know exactly what his uncle Rust is involved in but he wants in on it—the cars, the money, the women. And it looks like he's finally getting his wish. When Rust hands him the managerial keys to the garage, they come with a second set—one that opens up the door to tons of cash and opportunity. Though it's not exactly legal, Luke's never been one to worry about that sort of thing. Especially when it puts him behind the wheel of a Porsche 911 and onto the radar of gorgeous socialite named Rain.

Clara Bertelli is at the top of her game—at only twenty-six years old, she's one of the most successful undercover officers in the Washington, DC, major crime unit, and she's just been handed a case that could catapult her career and expose one of the West coast's most notorious car theft rings. But, in order to do it, she'll need to go deep undercover as Rain Martines. Her target? The twenty-four-year-old nephew of a key player who appears ready to follow in his uncle's footsteps.

As Clara drifts deeper into the luxurious lifestyle of Rain, and further into the arms of her very attractive and charming target, the lines between right and wrong start to blur, making her wonder if she'll be able to leave it all behind. Or if she'll even want to.
Title:Becoming Rain: A NovelFormat:PaperbackProduct dimensions:384 pages, 8.25 × 5.31 × 1 inShipping dimensions:8.25 × 5.31 × 1 inPublished:March 3, 2015Publisher:Atria BooksLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:147677420X

ISBN - 13:9781476774206


Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved the drama This Tucker book does not fail- it has suspense, drama, romance, passion.. What more could you want? Luke and Clara are amazing, and well-developed characters. I feel like after reading the book, I personally know them- that's how invested I became after reading this one!
Date published: 2017-03-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from One of my favorite novels Becoming rain is a great follow up to burying water. K.A. Tucker got me into her books with ten tiny breaths and never seems to disappoint with her books. Becoming rain continues on after everything that happened in burying water and brings you deeper into the world introduced by it. You get to go deeper into Luke's life and are introduced to Clare as their lives are brought together. Becoming rain might just be my favorite one yet.
Date published: 2015-08-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from one of my favorite k.a. tucker novels Becoming rain is a great follow up to burying water. K.A. Tucker got me into her books with ten tiny breaths and never seems to disappoint with her books. Becoming rain continues on after everything that happened in burying water and brings you deeper into the world introduced by it. You get to go deeper into Luke's life and are introduced to Clare as their lives are brought together. Becoming rain might just be my favorite one yet.
Date published: 2015-08-13
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great read! I really enjoyed this book. It was super suspenseful with all the action and drama. I couldn’t put it down! I was really surprised by Luke. I went into the book not really being a fan but as the story progressed, I found myself liking him more and more. He’s like an onion. Luke has a lot of layers to his character. The more you read, the harder you fall for him. Clara was a character that made me laugh. Her relationship with Stanley had me laughing so hard (especially when she first got him) and she had a goodness about her that was never really tarnished. Even with her difficult career, she was so very strong. I think Becoming Rain has to be one of my favourite books in this series. It had an excellent balance of romance and suspense. I would reccomend this book to readers who aren't afraid to think outside the box.
Date published: 2015-08-09
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great read I really enjoyed this book. It was super suspenseful with all the action and drama. I couldn’t put it down! I was really surprised by Luke. I went into the book not really being a fan but as the story progressed, I found myself liking him more and more. He’s like an onion. Luke has a lot of layers to his character. The more you read, the harder you fall for him. Clara was a character that made me laugh. Her relationship with Stanley had me laughing so hard (especially when she first got him) and she had a goodness about her that was never really tarnished. Even with her difficult career, she was so very strong. I think Becoming Rain has to be one of my favourite books in this series. It had an excellent balance of romance and suspense. I would reccomend this book to readers who aren't afraid to think outside the box.
Date published: 2015-08-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I need me a luke! This book was amazing! Rain and luke were too cute! and holy cow the surprises thrown at you! one big one I cant say bc it would ruin it! PICK THIS UP NOW!!!!
Date published: 2015-08-05
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Beautiful Story!! I absolutely love everything that K.A. Tucker writes. I fell in love with her writing when I read Ten Tiny Breaths a few years ago. Her books always take you on an emotional rollercoaster and I love it. Becoming Rain is the story of Luke Boone who we first meet in Burying Water. I recommend reading Burying Water first as it gives a look into the lives of some of the characters we see in Becoming Rain. "Guilt and happiness go to war inside of me as I fall. I wonder which one will win." Luke Boone works for his uncle Rust at his garage and wants to learn more about his uncle's side job. He isn't sure what it all involves but he loves the money, the women and the fancy cars. He has had to work his way up in the business and when Rust finally lets him Luke is beyond excited. His world though is quickly turned upside down when a beautiful girl named Rain comes to the shop to get her car fixed. Will Luke let Rain into his world or will he keep her away so she doesn't get involved in his sketchy life? Clara Bertelli (AKA Rain Martinez) is a twenty six year old girl who works as an undercover agent for the FBI. She has been sent to Portland to help expose a car theft ring. Her target is the very sexy Luke Boone. She must figure out a way into his world without revealing her true identity. The relationship between Luke and Rain starts out pretty slow but once everything is in place it picks up pretty quickly. The last thing Rain should be doing is falling for the target but when she is with Luke she see a different side of him. What will happen when the lines begin to blur? Will Rain be able to stay away from Luke and get her job done? Will she be able to save Luke from a life he doesn't know he is getting himself involved in? I loved the connection between Luke and Rain. I felt bad for Rain as she had to decide between her job and a relationship with Luke. It was nice to catch up with Jesse and Alex. I wish we would have gotten a look further into the future of Luke and Rain. I highly recommend this book and can't wait to see what K.A. is working on next.
Date published: 2015-08-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Luke!!!! We met Luke Boone in Burying Water but Becoming Rain features Luke in a whole new light. Throughout this read, I had to keep reminding myself this was a KA Tucker book. If this is your first Tucker read, I highly recommend starting with Burying Water. If this isn't your first Tucker read, then you are already aware of her literary genius as she plot weaves beautifully and develops her characters fully to achieve a solid read. Becoming Rain features Luke as a 24 year old man, trying to earn his place in Rust's world. Rain enters his life and while the reader knows the secret of Rain, Luke is unsuspecting and captivated. Their relationship unfolds and sometimes it gets awfully stormy as they discover who they are individually, together as a couple, and also in the world they have chosen to immerse themselves in. To me, the title Becoming Rain can be explained in Rain's dialogue, "People hate it, but the world needs rain. It washes away dirt, dilutes the toxins in the air, feeds drought. It keeps everything around us alive." As a reader I'm not sure I would classify this as NA or Contemporary Romance because it's so much more, so much deeper. The realness and the amount of research required to write this piece of literature had to be cumbersome for Tucker but thankfully she committed to telling Luke's story because it was enlightening.
Date published: 2015-08-04
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Another great book by KA Tucker Burying Water is still my favorite, which I was emotionally more invested in. I didn't really like Luke that much in the first book (I don't like spoiled playboys), but we saw a whole other side of him in Becoming Rain. I really liked Clara-Rain, because I just have a thing for strong heroines who can take care of themselves. Normally I am not a fan of undercover stories, but this one worked really well. I loved the beginning where Clara tried to get Luke's attention and that it took some time before she had it. Luke proved her wrong --> don't judge a book by it's cover. This was definitely the case with Luke. Eventually I warmed up to Luke more after getting background info on him, I understood why he tried to please his uncle so much and why he was involved in the criminal activities. The chemistry between Rain and Luke was of the chain. I loved the build-up in their romance. I do wish the epilogue was longer. What I love so much about KA Tucker is that she comes up with an unique storyline-plot for every book she writes. If you enjoyed her other books, then you will enjoy this one as well.
Date published: 2015-08-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Total Must Read! Didn't think Burying Water could get thrown under the bus so easily, but it happened. Becoming Rain was so incredibly fantastic! Damn. KA Tucker sure knows what she's doing. She has completely blown me away with her latest novel. I'm currently reading the third book in this series, and so far it's even better. This series gets better and better and better.
Date published: 2015-08-04
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great Mix of Crime and Romance! " Becoming Rain" a mesmerizing mix of crime and contemporary romance begins with a murder and the theft of a red Ford truck. Sent undercover by the FBI Officer Clara Bertelli is determined to find evidence that will dismantle a well-organized car theft ring, bringing the criminals to justice. What she doesn't expect is to fall for Luke Boone the twenty-four-year old nephew of Rust Markov who's grooming him to take over his illegal business interests. Tempted by his uncle's wealthy lifestyle, a million dollar condo, fast women and a high-end car Luke sets aside any guilt or reservations about the racket until smitten by Rain Martines (aka Clara Bertelli) who recognizes his underlying goodness and generosity and tries to get him to stop his criminal activities before it's too late. When a death forces lies and secrets to the surface Clara and Luke must face a hard truth that could destroy their sizzling love affair. Told from both Clara and Luke 's perspective K.A. Tucker weaves a well-written plot that looks at a forbidden romance in the world of organized crime with its duplicity, double dealing and hunger for power and money. The plot progresses quickly as Clara an officer with Washington D.C.'s Major Crime Unit sent deep undercover to expose the players in an organized crime ring discovers that Luke may not be the cold-blooded, merciless thief she thought he was. Sparks fly between Clara and Luke as the romance quickly heats up and both have to make choices that have serious repercussions. When challenged by an intriguing woman like Rain, Luke wants more than shallow sexual encounters with social-climbing, insecure women while Clara who's obsessed by her attractive and engaging target has to find a way to hide her desire from her team. Tension and suspense quickly escalate as deceit and treachery threaten Rust Markov's plans and Luke must make a life-changing choice. With a sudden tragic death Clara and her team also make a decision that not only exposes her identity but culminates in an explosive climax. In a story filled with fascinating complex characters, the reader once again gets to revisit Jesse and Alex's horse farm in Sisters, Oregon where his technical savvy and her resourcefulness have created a contented and successful lifestyle that could unravel if their association with Luke is revealed. Yet it's the main characters that add passion, excitement and energy to this thrill ride. Clara Bertelli is a twenty-six year old who's ambitious and driven, determined to further her career in the ranks of the FBI if she can solve this case. As Rain she's a cool, confident socialite who wants to keep Luke at arm's length, only to follow her heart instead of her head. Although different in many respects with her alter ego Clara's uprightness and integrity not only shine through but attract her target. Luke Boone seduced by wealth and loyal to the man who raised him cannot see through the subtle dishonesty of a high-powered crook and often seems very naive. Handsome, charming and wanting more than meaningless sexual encounters, he gravitates to Rain's pretense of open honesty. Although I enjoyed reading "Becoming Rain" as Luke tries to overcome a storm of bad choices and Clara does everything in her power to wash them away so he can have a second chance at life, the story did not engage me emotionally like "Burying Water." But as a fan of K.A. Tucker's novels I still highly recommend it.
Date published: 2015-07-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Read It Becoming Rain is the second book in the Burying Water series even better than the first. K.A. Tucker outdoes herself with each new release.
Date published: 2015-04-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Don't forget to breathe while reading this!! Ever since Luke Boone was thirteen he has idolized his Uncle Rust. Luke wanted to be just like him; dressed in sharp-looking suits, driving luxury cars, and when he got older - the women. Eleven years later, his dream is becoming true but at what cost? What exactly will Luke have to do in order to live the life he has always wanted, or thought he wanted? Clara Bertelli is a young and ambitious undercover officer that will do whatever it takes to get her target. She’s hand-picked to help investigate one of the west coast's most notorious car theft rings by trying to get Luke Boone’s attention. This investigation isn’t anything different from what she’s done in the past, or is it? “I’m not used to targets looking like this” K.A. Tucker has done it again. I felt like I was holding my breath the entire time I was reading this book. The emotions you feel from both Rain (Clara) and Luke were intense. Luke isn’t one for relationships yet he can’t stay away from her. Rain is seeing a side of him that isn’t in the files she’s read up on. She can see the good in him and she desperately wants him to not have any involvement in what she’s investigating. “You’re doomed the second you start having feelings for someone” I hated having to put this book down to do normal-everyday tasks. It hurt me to see how much Luke was giving to Rain and knowing that she couldn’t give back to him the way she wanted to. You know what will eventually happen. You anticipate it but you’ve been through so much with these characters you just can’t help but hope that things will turn out for them anyway. “I miss her. She’s standing a foot away from me and I miss her so damn much” For the fans of Burying Water we get to visit with some “old” friends in this one. If you haven’t read it yet (WHY HAVEN’T YOU READ IT YET?!) you won’t be lost in the story. It was nice to get a glimpse of how everyone was doing and how close they still are with Luke.
Date published: 2015-03-03
Rated 4 out of 5 by from K.A. Tucker does it once again! I am such a huge K.A. Tucker fangirl and I will read and will very likely love just about anything she writes. This was true of her Ten Tiny Breaths series, and it’s been true with her Burying Water series so far. I loved the first book, and the second one, Becoming Rain, completely blew me away. Luke has always known there was more to his uncle Rust’s business than just an auto-repair shop. Sure, the garage is successful, but there’s no way it could support his uncle’s lifestyle. And Luke wants in on it. He doesn’t care that the dealings may are shady, he wants the women, the cars and the money his uncle’s business seem to bring in. Especially when he meets Rain Martines. What Luke doesn’t know is that Rain isn’t exactly who she says she is. Rain is also Clara, an undercover cop on assignment. And her target? None other than Rust, Luke’s uncle. Clara knows what she has to do in order to take down Rust’s car theft ring. Her assignment is clear: seduce Luke Boone and gain access to the operations. But lines becomes blurred between where Rain ends and Clara begins, especially as she spends more time with Luke. When the time comes, will Clara be able to do what she needs to? And if she does, will Luke ever be able to forgive her? Oh how I love reading a new K.A. Tucker story. There’s just this feeling when starting a new book by a favourite author that I just won’t ever get tired of. And that feeling was definitely there when I started reading Becoming Rain. When I first received my copy of the book for review, I told myself I would just read a few pages and then go back to what I was supposed to be reading. Yeah, that didn’t happen. I got completely sucked in, and before I knew what was happening, a few pages turned into a few chapters and then that quickly turned into me staying up way too late because I couldn’t put the book down. To say that Becoming Rain was captivating and engrossing would be a serious understatement. With this new series, K.A. Tucker has included an element of mystery to the stories, giving the books an almost thriller feel. And I love it. The whole time I was reading, I was waiting for things to be explained, to see if how I had pieced things together was the way they actually were. And as with any good K.A. Tucker book, the romance was there and it delivered. But of course I can’t talk about the romance without talking about Clara and Luke. Let me just preface any talk of Clara and Luke by saying that my feelings about them were complicated. I knew what I felt, but there were times when I was conflicted about what I was feeling. But by the end of it, there was no doubt in my mind that I was rooting for Luke and Clara. But rooting for them when for the better part of the book one of them was pretending to be someone else was hard. At first I just felt very conflicted. I was reading and I could see the chemistry between Clara and Luke and I could see that they were attracted to each other. But at the same time, Clara was so against the idea of being attracted to Luke that I started to feel that way. But I still wanted them to be together. Did I mention that my feelings were complicated? Beyond wanting Luke and Clara to be together in spite of everything happening around them, I really loved them as their own people. Sure, there were plenty of moments when I wanted to yell at Luke. When I wanted to tell him that he should turn around now before he got in way over his head. Hell, I’m pretty sure there were times when I was straight up talking at the book as if Luke could actually hear me (I swear, I’m not crazy). But at the same time, I knew that Luke was a good person. He was just stuck in a bad situation. And I could understand Clara’s struggle about the way she felt about Luke because half the time I was right there with her. Through it all Clara was being pulled back and forth between her feelings and her duty as a cop. I really enjoyed seeing her work through all that, and I kept hoping that whatever decision she came to would involve her being with Luke. Because as confused as I was about my feelings about their relationship, I would have been seriously angry if Luke and Clara didn’t find a way to work it out. K.A. Tucker’s Becoming Rain was absolutely fantastic. If anything, I loved this story even more than I did the first one in this series. It’s a little darker, it’s sexy and it has some of the best characters I’ve read about recently. I”m excited to see whose story K.A. Tucker will be tackling next!
Date published: 2015-03-02

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Becoming Rain TWO CLARA “I’m so sorry!” I peer up through the dim club lighting to take in his face. It’s angular and masculine. He’s far prettier than the pictures do justice. And, by the deep furrow and the clenched teeth, he’s also oh so pissed. He’s too busy glaring at the tumbler’s worth of Coke that I just dumped all over his steel-blue shirt to even bother a glance up at me. “Fucking perfect,” I hear him mumble. “Let me get that dry cleaned for you. Please,” I offer, my voice a seductive purr, hoping the view down the front of this slutty overpriced dress will finally grab his attention. I place my hand flat against his stomach as I step into his personal space. Physical contact usually works. Instead, he shoulders past me, pushing through the crowded bar and toward the exit. Shit. I didn’t nurse a drink on this bar stool for the past two hours with the better part of my breasts on display so this asshole could ignore me. Again. Tossing a twenty on the counter, which will more than cover my bill, I weave through the other patrons, trying not to be too obvious as I chase after him. He’s at least two hundred pounds of muscle and he’s carrying himself well, but I watched him chug six glasses of vodka. He’s got to be drunk. By the time I get up the narrow stairs of the underground club to the side street, Luke Boone is in the back of a cab and speeding off, leaving me staring at the taillights as they disappear around a corner, my ever-growing frustration weighing down on my shoulders. “Strike five for Rain Martines,” I mutter, picking my way along the sidewalk in my painful stilettos to where my white Audi sits. “ ‘It’ll be easy,’ they said . . .” I slam the door shut behind me. “ ‘He’ll be all over you.’ ” I start the engine and lean back against the headrest. And sigh. “This isn’t going to work.” My phone rings in response. “Who told you this would be easy?” Warner’s heavy Boston accent fills the car’s speakers as it kicks into Bluetooth mode. “Don’t give up just yet, Clara. What happened tonight?” I fumble with the gold dragonfly pendant around my neck until I feel the minuscule switch on the back. I flick it, deactivating the listening device. “You heard what happened.” “Walk me through it. Step by step.” I pull out of the parking lot and make the five-minute drive home, filling my handler in on the night’s events: how I watched my target stride to the booth—the same booth in the VIP section that he always sits at—as if he were on a mission, pour glass after glass of vodka from the bottle and toss it back, get into what looked like a heated conversation with his uncle, and then suddenly stand up and storm through the crowd. How I did the first thing I could think of to stop him. “He didn’t even look at me,” I admit and, after a long pause, add, “I’m not his type, Warner.” Despite the posh outfit and the top-to-bottom grooming I’ve undergone to transform into the prototype of what Luke Boone typically brings home, I have yet to earn so much as a sideways glance from him. “Yeah, you are. He just hasn’t laid eyes on you yet.” “And probably never will, at this rate.” “Impossible.” I shake my head, though he can’t see it. “How many nights can I hang around that club, dressed like an escort, before you guys realize that you’ve got the wrong undercover on this?” It pains me to admit that. “Fifteen minutes. Your place.” The phone line cuts out, leaving me to brood over my impending failure alone. Weeks of case preparation, down the drain. I don’t know what I was thinking. When my boss called me in to his corner office and introduced me to the man in the suit filling the spare chair, my life changed. Assistant Director Josh Sinclair wanted me. Or, more appropriately, the FBI wanted me—twenty-six-year-old Officer Clara Bertelli from the Washington, D.C., Major Crime Unit. They had a big case, one that stretched internationally, one they’ve been working for eighteen months. After two failed attempts to infiltrate the group, they were trying a new strategy and it required a very specific profile. One that they failed to find in their database of FBI agents, so they were reaching beyond their organization, as they sometimes do. They had been searching for a suitable undercover for weeks, and then my file hit their radar and winning bells went off. My youthful look, my cool demeanor, my impeccable arrest record, my compelling court testimonials, even my diligent case notes . . . Sinclair said I was exactly what they were looking for. Then he asked me if I was interested in being a part of what could be one of the biggest car theft ring busts in U.S. history. My own set of winning bells went off. I didn’t give it a moment’s thought before I answered with an exuberant “Hell, yeah.” But maybe I should have considered it a bit more. Maybe I shouldn’t have assumed it’d be as easy as a hooker sweep or busting some idiot john. All I thought about was what this could mean to my career if I succeeded—ideally a job in the Bureau, exactly where I want to be. A bit of my own digging uncovered that Assistant Director Sinclair is the kind of guy that can make that happen. Maybe I should have considered what it would mean if I failed, where I could land if I don’t pull this off. A very likely possibility, if the past few weeks have been any indication. I park my Audi in my private garage, appreciating the luxury car’s handling ease. Part of my undercover persona and definitely one of the perks, as is everything else that now surrounds me. Back home, my real life consists of a drafty one-bedroom apartment with cracked tiles and a squeaky fridge, a ’95 Jeep Wrangler with more miles on it than a retired cargo plane, and chain store clothing bought at 50 percent off. Sixty grand a year with student loan debt hardly buys me more. I’m not complaining—I’ve always loved my job and my life. But then I take a smooth ride in this mirrored elevator that will lead me to the top floor with the slip of a key and step into “my” loft-style designer condo—with the computerized control panel for the lighting and sound system to my left, floor-to-ceiling windows to my right, and everything from Miele kitchen appliances to Brazilian walnut floors and travertine tile in between—and I get to experience how the other side lives. A lifestyle I will never afford to have on a regular cop salary. I have to admit, it’ll be hard to leave some of this behind. Kicking off my shoes, I head over to the wall of windows and take a peek out around the shades that are always drawn. A few condos in the twin boutique loft building next to mine are still lit, but most sit in darkness. There’s only one I really care about, though. The one with my target in it. Maybe the Feds thought this would be a cute, kismet story for Rust Markov’s nephew and me to giggle over when I finally succeeded in winning his attention—the fact that we have a perfect view into each other’s lavish homes. I certainly do, anyway. Luke doesn’t seem to believe in drawing window covers, regardless of time or state of dress. I haven’t yet figured out whether it’s due to ignorance or arrogance. Flashes of light from the TV on the wall fill his living room, each burst highlighting his body, now clad in nothing but boxer briefs and a T-shirt. As with every other night for the past few weeks, I watch him drop down to the white shag rug and begin the nightly regime of crunches and push-ups that give him those hardened muscles. Without fail, drunk or not, he will go through this routine, his bulldog stretched out next to his head, tongue lolling. I’ve caught my own tongue lolling once or twice, when I had a brief lapse in memory and forgot what Luke Boone really is. For all else that he may be, he has a body and face for magazine covers. Too bad he’s a budding criminal. At least, that’s the assumption. That’s why I’m here. I wonder if the women he brings home know. Or care. I’m guessing not. They’re not the type to care about much except what he can buy them. From what I’ve seen in the reports, the joke’s on them because this guy doesn’t wine and dine anyone. He’s after only one thing and he gets it. Thankfully, on the few nights I’ve witnessed a “guest” trail him through the door, the women had enough modesty to draw the blinds in his bedroom. With a heavy sigh of frustration, I head to the pretty watercolor painting that hides my safe. I pull the case files for 12—our code name for Luke Boone—out, dropping them on the coffee table, one hand on my zipper as I head to the bedroom to peel off this uncomfortable dress and change into sweats. I come back to find a six-foot shadow at my window, stealing the same glance across the way at our target that I had not five minutes ago. “Would you stop using your key? I could have been naked.” “I was hoping,” Warner throws back over his shoulder. I offer up a bottle of Chianti. He waves it away, instead helping himself to a can of Harpoon—a Boston I.P.A. beer that he insists on stocking in my fridge—before dropping his big body into my white leather sectional. I flop into the couch next to him. “I just don’t know . . .” “What don’t you know, Bertelli?” Warner stretches long legs out over my coffee table, fanning the thick folder of surveillance notes that I just set down over the glass. “That you’re a smart cop? That you were handpicked by the F.B.I. for a reason?” I smile, giving his knee a friendly pat. “I can always count on you for a motivational pep talk.” “We all knew this wouldn’t be a cakewalk.” “No, I know. I just . . .” I yawn, the adrenaline that kept me wired through the night finally seeping from my body, leaving me weary. “We’ve been pinning all our plans on the expectation that 12’s going to fall to his knees at the sight of me. Dog me around and tell me whatever I want to know. That’s clearly not the case.” I won’t lie; privately, it’s a hit to my ego. I’ve never had a hard time attracting a target’s attention. With my long, wavy chestnut hair, olive skin, and light blue eyes, we all assumed I was Luke Boone’s type. On paper, I am. But either something else is at play or I just don’t quite fit into the lineup of gold-digging beauties. Warner sucks back a mouthful of beer, his face pensive. “You said he was fighting with 24 tonight?” The Feds are so clever with their code names. “Looked that way.” Warner shrugs. “Drunk . . . arguing with the uncle . . . last thing he’s in the mood for is putting any work into a woman.” “I guess . . . But what about last time?” He hadn’t noticed me last week either, and I had made sure my steps were as slow and purposeful as a peacock’s as I strutted past his table on my way to the restroom, my provocative dress clinging to my ass. “He took the bartender home.” Warner stares at me like that answer says it all. Finally, my blank look compels him to elaborate. “Guaranteed lay with no effort and no hassle. He obviously wanted something easy that night.” I roll my eyes. “He definitely had that.” And I got an eyeful, making it home just in time to see her do a Full Monty sashay to the bedroom blinds to draw them. Months’ worth of surveillance—pictures, written reports, videos—mark Priscilla Grishin as Boone’s “go-to girl.” Nothing more, nothing less. They’re certainly not exclusive. “I’m just not sure this is going to work. I mean . . . these women . . .” I let my words drift off. These women, they’re not common prostitutes working to pay their rent, like the ones I normally deal with. Like the ones I’ve learned to emulate. These ones stalk through life with their stunning faces and perfect figures—either naturally granted or acquired with the help of a plastic surgeon—with the single goal of climbing the boyfriend ladder until they reach the top and become the wife of a rich husband who will cater to their every high-maintenance need. They’re vapid. Insecure. Unkind. I can’t stand their type. And I can’t stand the kind of guys who are attracted to them. “These women ain’t got nothin’ on you, kid.” His eyes dip down to survey my body, which, while well cut from a strict gym regime, can’t possibly look appealing right now. I smack his stomach, a smile creeping out from behind my frustrations. At thirty, FBI Special Agent Warner Briggs is what a lot of women look for in their ideal man. Tall, athletic build, dark hair, square jaw. As charming as a southern boy, though he grew up in South Boston. Extremely successful. The first day he was introduced to me as my handler and lead cover on this case, I’ll admit I took a second glance. He certainly did the same of me. But I won’t let my career or my goals get derailed by flings with coworkers and I have no interest in dating another cop. That just has disaster written all over it. Female officers already have it hard enough, without adding on opportunities to be accused of sleeping our way to the top. Besides, Warner has quickly become a friend and sounding board. Something I need far more desperately than a good lay. “Come on, Warner. Honestly, between you and me . . . what did they think was going to happen if I actually managed to grab 12’s attention? Look at his file!” I gesture at it. Three months of gathering intel on Luke Boone. Five one-night stands. Three overnight visits with his bartender. “The guy’s not looking for a wife. He’s not looking for romance, or even great conversation. He’s bringing them home for the one thing I won’t give him! They would have been better off with an informant for this. At least they’re not bound by the same rules.” Warner barks out a laugh. “Come on, Clara! Sinclair’s not gonna use an informant for a role like this. They’re too unreliable. Winning this case will move him up in rank, and Sinclair’s all about rank.” He stretches an arm over the back of the couch in a playful way. “Don’t worry, you’ve got this. All you have to do is string twelve along. Let him think that he’s got a shot at you. That you’re special.” “I am special,” I mutter, earning his snort. “But this isn’t a guy you can string along. He’s not into virginal girls and he’s not looking to make money off me.” In hindsight, how the Feds thought putting an undercover on this target with the hopes of luring him with mere words and seductive gestures is beyond me. Desperation—that’s the only explanation I can come up with. They have plenty of evidence at the low level but nothing connecting it all, nothing concrete enough to pull the entire organization down. Not to mention two failed efforts by undercover agents to gain a foothold into the top level, attempting to earn their trust and friendship. Apparently, neither Rust Markov nor Luke Boone is interested in making new male friends. Female “friends,” however . . . Warner shrugs. “You say whatever you need to say to hook him.” I sigh, knowing that Warner’s not going to give me the satisfaction of agreeing. He’s 100 percent committed to the job. “Well, I can’t sit in that bar week after week. People are going to start noticing.” “I’ll get the guys to rotate. Make it look like they’re hiring you for the night.” I shake my head. “Too risky. None of the girls 12 takes home are escorts. That may turn him off.” “Okay then . . .” He leans forward to scoop up the case files, tossing them onto my lap. “What’s gonna work? You’re the one with your neck on the line. You’re looking to go Fed. This is a big deal for you. So you tell me . . .” He stabs the stack of paper with his index finger. “What’s our next move, boss?” That’s one of the things I like most about Warner. He could be an arrogant, condescending dick. The big-show FBI agent versus a mere metro cop pawn. But he’s been nothing but a team player from day one. In fact, he reminds me a lot of the guys I work with back home. A tight group who take every opportunity to joke around and let loose, knowing how much we all need the release from what we see in our day-to-day. Sipping on my wine, I start flipping through the pages of candid shots. Luke Boone is a decidedly handsome target by anyone’s standards, with wavy caramel-brown hair that he styles in a sexy mop and clothing that’s tailored to a well-honed body, courtesy of daily jogs with his dog and workouts in his building’s gym. Son of Oksana Boone, single mother to him and his younger sister, Ana Boone. Biological father’s whereabouts unknown. Nephew of Rust Markov, who has raised him like a son, footing his tuition for a bachelor’s degree in business, followed by two years in a mechanics program. The nephew of a man pegged as the leader behind one of the West Coast’s biggest car theft rings by a confidential informant avoiding heroin-dealing charges. The nephew who seems glued to his uncle’s side, who is now stepping into a managerial role at one of Rust’s legitimate businesses—a car repair garage—and who lives in a million-dollar condo that his uncle gifted to him, either out of the goodness of his heart or to protect his assets. The nephew who the Feds believe is being groomed to step into a leadership role in the car theft operation. “Be thankful. He could have been your target.” Warner taps a shot of Rust Markov leaving his office one afternoon. A man I can’t wait to see stripped of his Versace suits and sleeping in a bunk bed behind bars for a very long time. “Wouldn’t be the worst I’ve had.” At forty-five years old, Rust’s fit and by no means bad looking. Likes younger women, from what I know. “May have been easier.” “No, it wouldn’t. 24’s smart. You need the dumb nephew. Kid’s too new. Get him comfortable, get him drunk . . . He’ll slip and, when he does, we’ve got him.” “I just don’t know what the best way in is with this guy. I don’t think it’s the bar scene.” Heaving himself off my couch, Warner strolls over to the kitchen to drop his empty on the counter. “We have a few more weeks before the warrant’s up. Sleep on it. We’ll regroup in the morning.” “ ’kay. Night,” I call out as the condo door shuts. As tired as I am, I know that the stress of looming failure—of being sent back to D.C. to bust pimps and drug addicts—is going to keep me up. I’m half-tempted to drink wine until I pass out, but I’ll only feel worse tomorrow. Not that I have anywhere that I need to be. So I start flipping through the case files, beginning to end, like I’ve done over a hundred times. Luke Boone’s schedule is pretty basic: he’s either at the garage, at a club with his uncle, working out, or “entertaining” one female or another. There have been no reports of him disappearing into warehouses or storefronts at erratic hours of the night. The team’s never lost track of him in the few hours per day that they’re on him. Unlike his Uncle Rust, who continuously slides through their surveillance detail like a bar of wet soap. Frankly, there’s no solid evidence that Luke Boone has any involvement with this ring. Only speculation. Enough to get a sixty-day warrant from the judge. I need to spend time with him to get a better read. Surveillance tapes and reports give me only background. They help me to speculate about what he might respond best to. So far, all of our speculations have been wrong. Closing the file, I pack everything back up into the hidden safe and pull out my personal phone, checking it for any messages. My parents are aware that I’ll be away for an indefinite amount of time on a case. That’s all they know, though, and that’s all I can tell them. As far as my mother is concerned, I’m only ever sitting at a desk, working behind-the-scenes detail. If she knew what I was actually doing—the kind of danger I put myself in on a daily basis—she’d beg me to quit with tears in her eyes and Sicilian prayers rolling off her tongue. If they could see me now . . . This loft is a far cry from the small, semi-detached house they’ve owned for the past thirty-one years, complete with the original stiff-backed floral couches and the large vegetable garden they tend to in the backyard. It’s nothing special, and yet it’s their dream come true after immigrating to America from a small town outside Palermo, Sicily, with nothing but one suitcase of clothes and my grandmother’s white linen tablecloth. It took almost ten years and at least four honest jobs between the two of them at all times—my mother in bakeries, my father as a janitor—to scrounge up enough money for the down payment. My brother Dino, older than me by eleven years, remembers those years being tough. Socks with darned toes and jeans with patches in the knees, used toys for Christmas, summer vacations at local parks. Cold winters, to save on electric bills. By the time I came along—an accident when my parents were in their mid-thirties—they were living in luxury by comparison. Still, it’s nothing like what I’m living right now. No calls from the family tonight, which doesn’t bother me. I talk to them enough. A few texts from my girlfriend Aubrey, telling me about the upcoming girls’ weekend that I won’t be going to because I’m 2,300 miles away. It bothers me a little bit but I’m used to it. I miss a lot of birthdays and holidays and getaways because of my job. What I still haven’t gotten used to is not seeing a message from David, my latest ex-boyfriend. Nine months of messages all day—every day—until I came home with a black eye and busted lip from a takedown and he decided that he can’t handle being with a cop. I really liked this one, too. I thought he might be different. Stronger. I thought I’d prove my police college instructor and that author with her PhD label wrong. That keeping a relationship in this field isn’t as hard as they made it out to be. I still have that stupid paperback that they handed us in class, about loving a cop. It’s at home, collecting dust. At first I thought it was a joke, until I started flipping through the pages and digesting everything I should expect in the years to come. How the long shifts and overtime coupled with the daily hazards earn this field high divorce rates. How the things I see every day make it hard for me to carry on a normal dinner conversation. How I’ll have a difficult time meeting men to begin with because of all the trust issues I’ll develop, dealing with liars all day long. With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I pushed it off as a stereotype that wouldn’t fit me. I hoped that being aware of the challenges would prepare me enough to avoid them. The dozen or so failed relationships since then have proven that little pocket book not so stupid after all. My mentor—a staff sergeant in her early forties, who’s been divorced twice now—only validated it by warning me to expect a whole lot of heartbreak before I find the right relationship. If I ever do. Dating a female cop may be a fantasy involving handcuffs and wild sex, but marrying one isn’t a reality most guys can stomach. The day she told me that, three days after David ended things, I went home and cried into a bottle of red wine. With one last gun check—a habit more than anything else—I lock everything back up into the safe and head for bed. My mind is still spinning, in search of the way into Luke Boone’s life. I have only a few shots at this before accidental run-ins become too much of a coincidence. Another glimpse past my bedroom blinds finds him now stretched out on his back, a flurry of cars racing across his television screen. His arm is wrapped around his dog’s body, and he’s stroking its belly with slow, affectionate movements. When I look at him, all I see is just another twenty-four-year-old guy. A guy I might meet at a party or at the club. A guy my friends and I would definitely notice, would probably drool over. Who I’d gladly give my number to. A guy I’d go home with if I had one too many drinks and needed a release. A guy I wouldn’t believe could be involved in something that left two children without a father. But that’s the thing with so many of the worst kinds of criminals. They don’t wear signs, they don’t don a uniform. They’re hiding in plain sight. It’s my job to reveal Luke for what he truly is, which will reveal the man we’re really after—his uncle. But how? Women. Dogs. Cars. Three things that seem to grab Luke’s attention. I’m an attractive, smart, confident woman—you have to be both smart and confident in a job like mine or you could end up dead—so I have that going for me. You also have to be a little crazy, but I hide that well. Maybe the issue isn’t me; maybe it’s the surroundings. I need to find a better place to meet. A place he can’t possibly miss me. Yes. I hit “one” on my phone’s speed dial. Warner picks up almost immediately. “Hey, I think I have an idea.” I smile. “But it involves messing around with that beautiful car of mine.”

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