Marlon Fontaine knows that his involvement with you is inappropriate. Not only are you the prime suspect in your husband’s murder, you’re twenty-two and half his age. Drowning in the burning tension with you is against everything he stands for, which admittedly isn’t a whole lot.

Between the stifling attraction he has for you and the cold Los Angeles streets that harden him with every step, the shallow warmth of your embrace is a little more preferable.