Prologue Calleigh was never one for going out and drinking. Especially after work. She liked to go home and curl up on her couch and read a long novel. Mostly in the romance genre. Crime novels weren’t her thing; she experienced crime almost every day. At this very moment she found herself sitting at a bar watching girls in their late teens and early twenties dressed in skimpy clothes. Guys, they tried to make them look as appealing as they could to the young women as possible in hopes to get a little more than a little dance. At this moment she didn’t care that she was buzzed. Jake once again had stood her up. She wasn’t one for going out drinking because of a boy either. She just couldn’t go home. She had gotten nothing from him to explain why he wasn’t around. If he couldn’t make it he would either leave a voicemail or just simply send her a text. She hated being left out in the dark. She was naturally curious. That curiosity got the best of her at times. Tonight, she was more curious about this club ‘Faint’ she had heard about on the news or media lately. It was brand new to almost everyone and quickly became one of the most popular clubs in Miami. Just then she finished her fifth mimosa. She was a little over buzzed now. She couldn’t drive home. Just her luck. Looking around for the closet exit, she got down off the barstool. Okay, she wasn’t buzzed. She was drunk. It felt…nice. The feeling that she didn’t have to worry. Yup, she was loopy. She stumbled towards the exit in hopes to get out of the noise and most likely get better cell reception. On her heels she swerved into a strong and muscular chest. Looking up she was thinking of blurting out a ‘watch where you’re goin’’ but decided against it. She didn’t know who it could be. She didn’t have her gun on her and she didn’t know if whoever did had a concealed weapon of some sort. You never know in Miami. Instead she smiled at the man. “S’cuse me,” she slurred slightly. He reached out and grabbed her arm to steady her. She felt the electricity of his touch run underneath her skin and through her veins. When it went through her spine she gasped. It was intense. He leaned down, his breath was heavy of alcohol, “Why don’t we take this somewhere else beautiful?” she looked into his dark brown eyes. Why not? Tonight was supposed to be her ‘care free night’. A night where she didn’t care about herself. She felt his hand slide down to the small of her back and lead her out through the doors. He was just as intoxicated if not more than her. He was even more intoxicated by her scent. She smelled like vanilla and flowers. Her green gaze left him speechless. Out of all the girls he’s dated, none of them were prettier than she was. He was sure of that. Looking at her, he decided she wasn’t one for running around partying. She seemed to be the one to go to work then go to work then work again. Not the type that would do this. His days of this were over as well. He had toned it down after his sister died. Even more after he got shot. Oh he knew who he was escorting out club Faint. He knew it was his coworker and best friend, Calleigh Duquesne. He knew she knew who he was. They were too drunk to care or even think if it mattered. They were both lonely and in need of some comfort. He knew she and Jake ended it after he left. For some unknown reason he was back in Miami and wanted to talk to her. She acted all happy-go-lucky at the lab. Her demeanor obviously changed when he’s not around her when he’s supposed to. Eric knew he would treat her better. That he would actually let her know that he loves her. He knew he was breaking the law by driving intoxicated. He didn’t care. What he cared was that he had the woman he loved next to him. Waiting for him. Desire was coming off of her and wrapping around his mind. Clearing his head of all things that would usually come up at him. Even intoxicated. When they stepped in the door, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her. He felt like fire playing with fire. They were at the point where their desire for each other hurt. Nothing was holding them back that night. Not even if the world was set upon fire. To him at this very moment, nothing could get any better. Their kiss was so passionate, so full of lust. The want that they’ve been hiding behind their façades for seven years. It was a ticking bomb in the waiting. Ever since they first laid eyes upon each other, the fuse was lit and slowly inching it’s way closer to the TNT. When they were bare skin on bare skin, the bomb almost exploded. It didn’t explode until they cried out together. In synch with each other. The way two lovers would.