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Heat and high stakes meet in a steamy Miami reunion romance!
While taking on Miami’s biggest drug kingpin, FBI agent Shaine Kelly is prepared for anything. Except Poppy Jones. Once the woman he shared a life with and now a DEA agent joining his team, Poppy is as brazen as she is beautiful. He tried to protect Poppy once and lost her. Shaine won’t risk it again.
Accepting a mission to infiltrate a criminal’s compound, Poppy wants to prove her prowess in the field…even if it means working with the sexy operative she never got over. As intense desire simmers between them, danger rears its ugly head once again. But this time, Shaine’s life is the one on the line, and it’s up to Poppy to save him before losing him forever…
Poppy’s gaze narrowed. “You don’t believe I have what it takes to be a hotshot like you. Well, I do. I can do this and I’m going to do it.”
The events of that night were etched in his memory, but Poppy bore the scars.
He’d thought taking a bullet would’ve cooled her jets about undercover work but it’d only made her more determined than ever.
That’d been the beginning of the end for them.
Now it was happening all over again, and he was supposed to just let it happen because now it wasn’t any of his business?
Talk about a messed up déjà vu.
But it is what it is.
They weren’t dating. They hadn’t even spoken to each other since the night she bailed.
Up until yesterday when Poppy walked into the debriefing, she’d faded like mist from his life.
So…whatever.
Shaine hailed a cab, telling the cabbie, “Take me to the hottest nightclub in Miami,” and leaned back to get his head on straight.
Time for a little research.
Game play level: professional.
* * *
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Stories with intrigue, danger and sexual tension are my favorite kind to write. There’s something about immersing myself in a world where bullets fly and the potential of death lurks around every corner that really gets my creativity going.
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The Kelly brothers are the best kind of men—hot, stoic and protective—which spells danger for the women in their lives.
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Deep Cover
Kimberly Van Meter
KIMBERLY VAN METER wrote her first book at sixteen and finally achieved publication in December 2006. She writes for the Harlequin Superromance, Blaze and Romantic Suspense lines. She and her husband of seventeen years have three children, three cats and always a houseful of friends, family and fun.
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Contents
Cover
Back Cover Text
Introduction
Dear Reader
Title Page
About the Author
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Epilogue
Extract
Copyright
Chapter 1
“The kids are calling it Bliss,” began FBI chief Patrick Hobbs as the PowerPoint presentation began in the darkened conference room. Special Agent Shaine Kelly and Special Agent Victoria Stapp were the only ones invited to this debriefing, which told Shaine they were about to get into something interesting. “It’s ten times more potent than Ecstasy and ten times more addictive. Whereas X used to be the drug of choice for trust-fund kids partying on Mommy and Daddy’s money, Bliss is cheaper, easier to find and, as evidenced by the bodies in the morgue with the junk in their system, deadly.”
Chief Hobbs switched to the next frame.
Dead college kids, by the look of their clothes, white drool frozen on their curled lips, as if they’d died in immeasurable pain.
“That’s not a good look on anyone,” Shaine said, eliciting a nod of agreement from Victoria.
“Watch the wisecracks,” Hobbs warned before moving on. “The drug is a ticking time bomb. Users say the high is like an opiate high, without the extreme lethargy. It’s simply...bliss.”
Stapp, a short redhead with a stereotypical redhead’s temper, said, “Sounds better than Xanax. Explains why kids are dying to get their hands on it. So did they OD?”
“In a matter of speaking. That’s what makes Bliss unique. It doesn’t kill you right away. Similar to LSD, the drug remains in the system far longer than the high, which then builds up until the body goes into painful convulsions, ultimately giving the user a massive heart attack.”
The lights flicked on and Shaine briefly squinted against the light. “So where’s it coming from?” he asked. “Colombia? Mexico? Guatemala?”
“Miami.”
“Florida?”
Hobbs nodded. “We suspect someone known as El Escorpion is in charge of the manufacturing and distribution, but we haven’t been able to get proof. No one can get close enough to infiltrate the operation.”
“El Escorpion... Spanish for The Scorpion,” Victoria murmured with a wry grin. “Sounds like the kind of guy you wouldn’t want to screw around with.”
“El Escorpion is the worst kind of criminal—smart, rich and anonymous.”
“What do you mean anonymous?” Shaine asked.
“No one knows who this El Escorpion is. Anyone with that knowledge is either dead or missing. He or she is a ghost with a helluva presence.”
“Convenient. This person could be operating in plain sight, thumbing their nose at authorities,” Shaine said. “So how are we supposed to catch him?” Victoria cleared her throat meaningfully and Shaine dutifully corrected himself, saying, “Or her.”
“Since no one knows who El Escorpion is,” Hobbs said, handing out dossiers, “we’re putting a small, elite, multiagency team together to infiltrate the Miami scene. This undercover detail is highly classified, dangerous and top priority.”
“My favorite—” he started to say, but the door opening stopped him.
Shaine didn’t know the man who entered, but it took all of one horrible, gut-grinding second to realize he knew the woman.
Intimately.
Poppy Jones.
Tall, lithe and built like a Norwegian supermodel with long, straight limbs and blond hair pulled into a tight ponytail, Poppy was hard to forget.
Shaine’s expression remained impassive, though every muscle had just been pulled taut.
“Agents Stapp and Kelly, meet DEA agents Poppy Jones and Marcus West. The DEA will be one of our partner agencies for this operation.”
“Pleased to work with you,” Marcus said briskly, extending a hand out of professional courtesy to both Shaine and Victoria. Of course, Poppy did the same.
Since it was bad form to be openly rude, even if the Queen of Hell had just walked in, Shaine offered a perfunctory greeting, “Yeah, likewise,” and accepted a quick handshake from each.
Two high points of color jumped to Poppy’s porcelain cheeks the moment their hands touched, but otherwise she remained perfectly professional.
As if they hadn’t maintained a covert operation of their own, unbeknownst to their superiors while Poppy was still with the FBI.
As if they hadn’t spent hours bathed in each other’s sweat, reveling in their own stink like drug addicts hunkered down in a run-down hotel, except their drug of choice had been each other.
Prior to this moment, two years had seemed a lifetime ago.
Now...it seemed like yesterday.
Marcus and Poppy took their places at the table and opened their folders. Poppy took point, talking first.
Not surprising.
Poppy had always been a little aggressive.
Shaine had enjoyed that aspect of her personality, particularly between the sheets.
But he hated it any other time.
Particularly on the job.
“From what we’ve been able to ascertain, El Escorpion is working the college-aged users, likely recruiting young college coeds to push the product. We believe with the right undercover agents, we can gain access to the inner circle and find out who El Escorpion is, and how his organization is manufacturing and moving the product.”
“And just who exactly are the right agents for the job?” Shaine asked, his tone more clipped than he intended. If Poppy thought for a second they could work together, she was cracked in the head.
Poppy’s gaze remained cool as she answered, “Two people who can blend into the typical Miami scene. One male, one female. Someone who looks younger than they are.”
Hobbs’s gruff voice cut in. “Let’s get to the point. The deputy chief inspector has chosen agents Jones and West from the DEA and I’ve chosen agents Kelly and Stapp. Agent Stapp, you will be Agent Kelly’s tech support behind the scenes, and Agent West will do the same for his partner. Once in Miami, we will have two contacts within the Miami Police Department. These officers have been thoroughly vetted through private means to ensure that they are not on the payroll of El Escorpion.”
Ah, hell.
Shaine chose to ignore Poppy so he could get his thoughts on the right track. This case was the kind that made or broke careers.
It was also the kind that put agents in the ground.
“For the sake of security,” West said, “our contact in Miami will not meet with us until we land. Agent Stapp and I will stay at an undisclosed and newly acquired safe house, while agents Kelly and Jones will be set up in a different location, more central to the college party scene.”
Hobbs nodded. “If you’ll look in your dossiers, you’ll find a comprehensive list of suspected players. We suggest you start there.”
Shaine thumbed through the sheaf, his mind humming. Undercover work fed his need for adrenaline and he loved it—but he’d rather chew nails than work side by side with Poppy and her pretty boy, Marcus.
“With all due respect, this isn’t my first rodeo. Going deep cover gets risky when there are more players involved. I don’t mind the DEA providing support from behind the scenes, but frankly, dealing with a partner just adds to the risk for everyone involved.”
Not to mention I work better alone.
Poppy offered a brief but chilly smile. “The DEA appreciates your expertise in deep cover operations, Agent Kelly. Your success rate for apprehensions is impressive. However, you’ve gained a reputation for being reckless, which makes you unpredictable. El Escorpion has managed to elude capture for years. It will take more than luck to bring him or her down.”
Shaine held Poppy’s stare, amazed at the balls on the woman. “I’m not sure if I should take your comment as a compliment or an insult,” he said, toying with the pen in his fingers.
“Your choice.” Poppy’s smile returned as if daring him to go a round with her.
Hobbs cleared his throat, sensing the brittle tension growing between Shaine and Poppy. “Let’s remember, we’re all on the same side. El Escorpion is the enemy, not anyone in this room. Private transport has been arranged to Miami at 0600 hours tomorrow. Pack light. A Miami summer is hot, humid and filled with alligators.”
“Sounds like fun,” Poppy quipped, scooping up her folder. “See you tomorrow morning.”
Shaine watched them leave, his one thought being, Poppy will fit right in with the wildlife, before turning to Hobbs.
“What’s the deal with you and that DEA agent?” Hobbs asked, narrowing his gaze. “Is there something I should know?”
“Nope,” he lied.
“Then why are you being so hostile? Those agents are highly trained in their fields and your posturing makes us look bad. This is a high-profile undercover case with a lot of pressure from the higher-ups to get it closed. That means you’re going to put on your good boy pants and do what you’re told.” Hobbs put it bluntly. “Whatever bee you’ve got in your bonnet...squash it.”
“You’re the boss,” Shaine said, mock-saluting Hobbs.
“Try to remember that,” Hobbs growled as he headed out the door. “Damn Kellys. Always a pain in the ass.”
“You must have me mixed up with my brothers, Sawyer or Silas. I’m the nice one, in case you were confused,” Shaine called out, but Hobbs was already gone.
Shaine rubbed at the slick table veneer. Time to focus.
And pretend that the one woman he’d ever loved—and who’d subsequently trashed his heart—wasn’t about to be his partner.
* * *
“What was that all about?” Marcus asked as soon as they left the FBI building. “You know Agent Dickwad or something?”
“No,” Poppy answered quickly, not interested in sharing details. “But I know his type and I don’t have time for his games. He thinks because he’s some brilliant undercover agent that he gets to call all the shots, and that just rubs me the wrong way.”
“I get it, but you have to work with him. We can’t let anything get in the way of this case. If you can’t be objective, you need to bow out.”
Poppy shot Marcus a dark look. “Not going to happen. I worked my ass off to qualify for this case. I’m not about to give it up over some FBI agent with a bloated ego. I’ll be fine.”
She knew Marcus was right and that, unlike her, he was being honest, but there was no way in hell she was walking away from this case, not even if she had to work with the devil himself.
Which in this case, was nearly true.
Shaine Kelly.
Why him?
Because he was, simply, damn good at his job.
Of course, the brass wanted him working this case.
Shaine Kelly closes cases.
Shaine Kelly doesn’t get shot.
A phantom pain pierced her chest at the exact spot where a bullet had ripped through her flesh two years ago, narrowly missing her heart.
She tried not to think about how close she’d come to dying that night. Fear clouded judgment.
And she had a lot to prove.
To whom?
Don’t say Shaine, an inner voice hissed as a familiar hurt threatened to boil to the surface.
Marcus, seemingly satisfied with her answer, moved on. That was what she liked about him—he didn’t dwell or dig. Best quality in a man as far as she could tell.
Too bad he was gay.
“Ever think of transferring to the main headquarters here in Washington?” Marcus asked as they climbed into the rental car to head to their hotel. “The weather is a bitch, but it would be nice to be so close to the movers and shakers, you know?”
“I like Los Angeles,” she answered, which wasn’t entirely true. She hated the frivolous culture and the self-absorbed people that seemed to flock to Hollywood trying to find their big break, but there was no shortage of action in the LA office, which had enabled her to make her own reputation.
Marcus, a transplant from the Seattle division, had his eyes on the chain of command. He made no bones about wanting to move up the ladder. “Closing this case will look damn good on our résumés,” he pointed out with a grin. “I heard there’s a potential opening in the New York field office. It’s not headquarters but it’s a step closer, right?”
“You planning to hop, skip and jump right into the chief deputy’s position?” she joked.
Marcus grinned. “Not saying it isn’t on my radar. Gotta have big dreams, Jones. If your dreams don’t scare you, they ain’t big enough.”
“Such a philosopher. Let’s focus on closing this case first.”
Marcus chuckled, his gray eyes bright with the big dreams in his head, content to let the subject go.
Poppy knew all about big dreams—and their cost.
They say to aim for the moon, for even if you miss you’ll land among the stars. But what they don’t tell you is that what goes up, must come down, and the landing was a bitch.
Leaving Shaine was necessary, but it’d hurt more than taking that bullet.
But she couldn’t stay with someone who wouldn’t treat her as an equal.
She’d spent her life being treated as arm candy.
When she’d announced her intention to join the FBI, her family hadn’t supported her decision, saying she was too pretty to take on a job like that.
Her father, an old-school type with decidedly archaic beliefs, had been dismissive.
That’s not the future for you. God blessed you with a beautiful face. Find a good man to take care of you. Treat you right.
She hated saying that being considered beautiful was a burden because people tended to think she was being falsely modest, but it was true.
The irony was that she’d fought to be seen as a good agent because of her skills, but the biggest case of her career thus far would hinge upon her ability to use her looks to her advantage.
Time to put that pretty face to work for more than being someone’s trophy.
No one was going to take this opportunity from her.
Especially not Shaine Kelly.
Chapter 2
The plane touched down in Miami and they were immediately whisked away in a nondescript black SUV to the debriefing at a secure location.
The small room, located in a government building disguised as an insurance office, was cramped with everyone inside.
Introductions were brief and to the point, with Chief Hobbs doing the introducing via video call.
“I’ll call your names, you raise your hands. This ain’t no tea party and there’s no time for a meet and greet. Miami police officers Richard York and Ben Rocha, DEA agents Marcus West and Poppy Jones, FBI special agents Shaine Kelly and Victoria Stapp, Miami DEA contact Rosa Ramirez.” Murmured greetings were exchanged and Hobbs continued, “From here out, Ramirez will be your primary on-scene superior. Ramirez will be in constant contact with me via videoconference. She will handle all immediate concerns regarding the investigation. Any questions?”
No one ventured a comment and Hobbs took that as a cue to turn the meeting over to Rosa.
“Thank you, Chief Hobbs,” Rosa began, a no-nonsense woman with slicked back dark hair pulled into a tight bun. “This is the biggest covert operation in recent history, and we’re anxious for a successful end to this El Escorpion character.”
Rosa gestured to the packets on the table. “For the agents going undercover, you’ll find IDs, cash and backstories for your covers. Officers York and Rocha will be your only contacts inside the Miami PD for obvious reasons. We know there are cops on the take, but we haven’t figured out who. York and Rocha have been determined to be trustworthy.”
“And who vetted them?” Shaine asked. When his life was on the line, he didn’t care about being nice.
Rosa smiled. “Ahh, Special Agent Shaine Kelly. I’ve heard about you. Smart, fearless...a chameleon in the field.”
“Guilty as charged,” Shaine said with a grin.
But Rosa wasn’t finished. “Also known for having an issue with authority. Let’s be frank, Agent Kelly...the reason you’re here is that your ability to close cases outweighs your undesirable qualities. But make no mistake, eyes are on you, so watch yourself.”
Shaine caught the tiny, infinitesimal twitch of Poppy’s lips and his own thinned, though he chose to remain quiet.
So Rosa Ramirez wasn’t a fan.
Great.
Nothing like your direct superior looking for reasons to toss you out.
Rosa moved on briskly. “The Scorpion has been a thorn in Miami’s side for years, but until now the product of choice was always the usual, heroin or meth. This new drug is lethal, cheap and moving quickly. It’s the new cash crop, and unless we put a stop to it here, it will spread. We could have an epidemic within months. That’s not going to happen. We’re counting on this team to bring The Scorpion to justice. Please open your packets.”
Paper rustling was the only sound in the room as they quickly read through the details.
Shaine and Poppy would pose as twentysomething college kids. Shaine would bartend at a popular upscale bar and strip club, Lit, while Poppy would be a dancer.
A strip club? Poppy didn’t outwardly react, but he suspected her gut was churning. He knew Poppy didn’t have hang-ups about her body, but she wasn’t an exhibitionist, either.
Poppy’s attention was focused on the paper in front of her, but the absent way she chewed her bottom lip told him her thoughts were elsewhere.
“The idea is to blend into the scene where Bliss is commonly found. The dealers are like sharks circling the chum. It’s your job to seek out the higher level dealers to get close to anyone who knows El Escorpion’s identity. Once we discover a name, phase two will start, which is why we need a male and a female undercover agent. You must be willing to do whatever it takes to get this information. Are you up to that challenge?”
“Not a problem for me,” Shaine answered, looking pointedly at Poppy.
“Nor is it for me,” Poppy replied coolly, adding, “Looks like all those dancing classes in my childhood are going to finally pay off.”
“You’re sure about that?” Shaine asked, not buying her answer.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Poppy returned with a dispassionate expression. “Do you feel you can handle being a bartender?”
“All right, all right, settle down. We’re all on the same team. Like I said, the bar is upscale, so it’s not going to be some seedy place with sticky tables. Full nudity is not required, though many of the girls finish with a topless number.”
“Again, I’m fine with it,” Poppy assured Ramirez, dismissing Shaine’s comment.
“Good.” Rosa seemed pleased. “You are dismissed to settle in. Tomorrow is your first day of work. Remember, you’re college kids looking for a good time. Leave your law enforcement persona behind. These people are pros. They can smell a cop from a mile away.”
Shaine smirked. “Like I said...not my first rodeo. This is the fun part.”
Rosa said, “Both Kelly and Jones will have separate cars, but a rental is outside to take you to the location where your cars will be assigned. It may seem as though these are extraneous precautions, but we can’t take the chance of an overlooked loophole.”
He went to grab the keys to the rental car, but Poppy beat him to it.
“I’ll drive,” Poppy said, snatching the keys. “Being a passenger makes me carsick.”
Since when?
The little liar.
He always used to drive.
But someone was proving a point.
“Be my guest,” he said, following her out the door.
Yeah, this was going to suck.
Thanks a lot for ruining what could’ve been a cool undercover gig, Poppy Jones.
* * *
Having Shaine in the car was unnerving. Her plan had been to treat him like any other undercover agent.
Dispassionate.
Professional.
But the humid air lifted the scent of his skin straight to her nose and she was awash with memories.
Her breath caught.
No. She wasn’t going to do that—no going backward.
Do the job. Stay focused. Be chill.
As it turned out, Shaine broke the unbearable silence first.
“How’d you get this gig?” he asked.
“The usual way. Working harder than everyone else. Harder than every other man in my way.”
“Still the ballbuster. Glad to see some things never change.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I’ve changed plenty. I no longer care what small-minded people think of me.”
“Whoa, right out the barrel, an insult. I was trying to make polite conversation.”
“Right. You forget I know you, Shaine. You don’t do polite and you certainly don’t do idle conversation. Your question was a dig at me. A bit passive-aggressive for my taste, but you got your point across.”
“Since you seem to know the inner workings of my mind, why don’t you enlighten me with what I was thinking when I passive-aggressively asked you a polite question,” he suggested, his tone laced with sarcasm. “Personally, I thought I was being nice to a person who certainly didn’t deserve my niceness.”
Why was she arguing with him? Two seconds into an enclosed space alone and they were ripping into each other. She was not about to let her personal feelings about Shaine ruin the biggest case of her life.
“Just stop. We need to get into character. We are not Poppy Jones and Shaine Kelly, former lovers. We are two college kids without a care in the world, ready for a good time. Let’s keep to the script, shall we?”
“And what if I don’t think you’re up for this part?”
“Oh, that old argument again? Please, get some new material—that bit is tired.”
“I’m not kidding around. You’re not ready to take on a case like this. You can’t even be around me without switching to bitch-mode. How are you supposed to pull off melting into someone else’s skin when you can’t even handle your own?”
Poppy’s cheeks heated with embarrassment. Swallowing the bile that’d risen in her throat, she said stiffly, “I didn’t expect you to be on this case. It’s just taken me a minute to adjust. I worked my ass off to get on to this detail and nothing is going to keep me from closing it. Not even you. So if that means I have to pretend that there’s no history between us, I’ll find a way to do it.”
“You sure you can?”
This time she had the wherewithal to send him a withering glance. “Yes,” she answered. “I’ve managed to put you in my past before, I can do it again.”
“Good,” Shaine said. “Maybe that’ll keep you from getting shot this time.”
“Now who can’t let go of the past?” she retorted, freshly irritated even though she knew she needed to put a cap on it. “I’m not the only agent who’s been shot in the line of duty.”
“No. But you were the only one I was in love with,” Shaine said.
“That was a long time ago.”
“Yeah, it was.”
“So don’t bring it up again. I’m a better agent today than I was then. Leave it at that.”
Shaine accepted her answer with a short nod and did, indeed, leave it, which was surprising. To her memory, Shaine rarely let anyone else have the final word—on that topic.
Only because he had another bone to pick.
“You really think you can pull off being a stripper?” he asked.
“And why is that so hard to believe?”
“Because you’re more modest than most. You wore a one-piece to the beach.”
“I also wore a hat. Skin cancer is no joke. It had nothing to do with my comfort level. If the ozone layer wasn’t an issue, I’d run around naked if I could.”
“Oh, c’mon, who are you trying to convince? Me or yourself? This is dangerous, Poppy.”
His condescension scraped against her nerves. “It kills you that I’m on this team, not because of my qualifications, but because of our history. If anyone can’t let go of the past, it’s you,” Poppy said.
“Honey, I let go a long time ago,” he disagreed. “I just don’t feel like dying because you don’t know what you’re doing. There’s an art to going deep cover and I don’t think you have what it takes.”
Poppy resisted the urge to snap back. He was baiting her purposefully.
What an ass.
“Well, thankfully, you’re not in charge and it wasn’t your call. I’m here... Get used to it.”
Shaine shook his head as if he wasn’t going to waste more time arguing and she was glad. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep her cool and the last thing she wanted to do was give Shaine any kind of valid reason to have her tossed from the case.
They arrived at the apartment fourplex, a gray building with nothing charming or exciting about it, and walked around to the back where the two apartments they were to occupy were situated.
From a defensive standpoint, the place was deceptively secure, which was why it was owned by the Miami DEA office as the newest safe house used for informants needing a place to hide before their testimony.
There were also hidden cameras in the narrow alleyway that fed into the four apartments so no one could sneak up on anyone inside.
No more words were exchanged as they each disappeared into their apartments.
Poppy set her suitcase down and took a minute to compose herself.
Damn it.
Around Shaine she devolved into someone she swore she’d never be.
Surveying her new living environment, she saw it’d already been decorated to reflect the tastes of someone much younger, which was the part she was playing.
Shabby chic, repurposed furniture, a thrift-store sofa and a few picture frames featuring people she didn’t know were placed here and there.
This operation was costing a pretty penny.
Everyone expected results.
“So failure isn’t an option,” she murmured to herself as a reminder. “Time to get your game face on.”
Suddenly a door, which she’d assumed was a closet, opened and Shaine walked in.
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