Run the Risk
Nothing can shake a cop from pursuing
justice—except a beautiful witness marked for death, in
New York
Times
bestselling author Lori Foster’s sexy new
series…
When Detective Logan Riske goes undercover to find Pepper
Yates, a potential link to his best friend’s unsolved murder, he vows to gain
her cooperation by any means necessary. But the elusive beauty is more
suspicious—and in far more danger—than he expected. And the last thing Logan
needs is to start caring for her….
Pepper has spent years dodging the corrupt club owner who
will stop at nothing to keep her silenced. She can trust no one, not even the
handsome new “construction worker” who’s moved in next door. The heat between
them is undeniable. But will surrendering to passion bring her the safety she so
desires—or will her feelings for Logan draw them both into a killer’s
crosshairs?
Praise for
New York Times
bestselling author
Lori Foster
“Bestseller Foster…has an amazing ability to capture a man’s
emotions and lust with sizzling sex scenes and meld it with a strong woman’s
point of view.”
—
Publishers Weekly
on
A Perfect Storm
“Foster rounds out her searing trilogy with a story that tilts
toward the sizzling and sexy side of the genre.”
—
RT Book Reviews
on
Savor the
Danger
“The fast-paced thriller keeps these well-developed characters
moving.… Foster’s series will continue to garner fans with this exciting
installment.”
—
Publishers Weekly
on
Trace of Fever
“Steamy, edgy and taut.”
—
Library Journal
on
When You Dare
“Foster writes smart, sexy, engaging characters.”
—
New York Times
bestselling author Christine Feehan
“Intense, edgy and hot. Lori Foster delivers everything you’re
looking for in a romance.”
—
New York Times
bestselling author
Jayne Ann Krentz on
Hard to Handle
“Lori Foster delivers the goods.”
—
Publishers Weekly
“Tension, temptation, hot action and hotter romance—
Lori Foster has it all!
Hard to
Handle
is a knockout!”
—
New York Times
bestselling author Elizabeth Lowell
Dear Reader,
As I draw to a close on each series, wonderful readers always
ask me for more. You can’t know how much that means to me! I’m thrilled that you
enjoyed the Men Who Walk the Edge of Honor books, and it’s very rewarding to
know you’d be happy for more stories with those characters. But I always go
where my muse takes me, and now, with my new Love Undercover series, it’s taken
me to some wonderfully complicated relationships where, out of necessity, the
hero or heroine—or both!—are hiding their true identities...and falling in love
anyway! How fun is that?
Well, I think it’s fun! I grin a lot while writing, so I hope
you grin while reading.
And I especially hope that by the time this series draws to a
close (several books from now!) you’ll write to me...and ask for more.
That’s the best compliment an author can get!
Here’s to happy reading!
RUN THE RISK
Also available from
Lori
Foster
and Harlequin HQN
Men Who Walk the Edge of Honor
A Perfect Storm
Savor the
Danger
Trace of Fever
When You Dare
The Guy Next
Door
“Ready, Set, Jett”
Other must-reads
Love Bites
(digital anthology with Brenda Jackson, Virna DePaul, Catherine Mann and
Jules Bennett)
Forever
Buckhorn
Buckhorn
Beginnings
Bewitched
Unbelievable
Tempted
Bodyguard
Caught!
Heartbreakers
Fallen
Angels
Enticing
Coming soon, more classic tales
The Buckhorn Legacy
All Riled
Up
And don’t miss an all-new tale of Love Undercover, also
coming soon
Bare it All
To Jenna Scott and Gary Tabke, I have immense respect for all
law enforcement officers, but I know little about the inner workings.
Thank you both for all the insight, the research help, and for
answering my numerous questions.
Any errors or exaggerations are my own (because really,
sometimes we writers need to make things work!) but hopefully, thanks to you
both, the story is believable.
Here’s to the writin
g community—authors and
readers alike.
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
P
EPPER
Y
ATES
FELT
the
intense scrutiny stroking over her as she made her way to her apartment
building. She’d been feeling it for over two weeks now, ever since her new
neighbor had moved in, but she’d never get used to it.
Dangerous anticipation crawled up her spine.
She didn’t acknowledge the man leaning over his balcony,
muscular arms folded along the railing, shirtless, smiling—tracking her every
move.
She didn’t, in any way, encourage him. He was out of her league
in a big way. His attention made her tense, more so with every incident.
Uncertainty gave her a faltering step, causing her cheap canvas
slip-on sneakers to make an obnoxious shuffling sound. Her long skirt kicked
around her shins. Her chest constricted.
Keeping her head down, her paper bags of groceries held
securely in her arms, she pretended not to notice him.
She should win an Oscar for her performance, because seriously,
who wouldn’t notice him? If she had to guess, she’d say women came to him
easily. He had that type of raw, cocky presence.
The kind of presence that left her on edge.
It probably ate him up that she ignored him. That was the only
explanation for his continued attention. But what else could she do?
The hot August sun beat down on her head. She would dearly love
a cool swim right about now. But not with him around.
Actually…not ever.
It seemed her carefree days of swimming were well behind her.
It made her sad to think of all that had been lost, all that she’d had to
forfeit, in the name of survival.
But thanks to her brother, she had survived, she reminded
herself. And that’s what mattered most.
It was also the number one reason she couldn’t be drawn in by
the new neighbor’s lure.
He should have a big
D
for
danger
on his oft-naked chest.
As she hastened her steps in, Pepper dropped her head so far
that her chin nearly touched her chest.
Of course he called out to her. He always called out to her. It
made no sense, but her rebuffs hadn’t dissuaded him at all.
The man had a rock-solid ego.
“Evening, Ms. Meeks.”
When she’d taken the alias, it hadn’t been a big deal, because
she wasn’t a big deal. Few ever spoke to her. None ever called out to her.
But he did.
She drew a fortifying breath, peeked up at him and gave a
subdued nod. “Evening.”
He disappeared off the balcony and she just
knew
he was coming inside to corral her in the narrow
hallway.
Why wouldn’t he leave her alone?
The apartment building was…unpleasant. Peeling paint from the
walls, mold in the corners, carpet with stains she didn’t want to investigate
too closely…
She knew why she was there.
Why was he?
Dreading every foot that brought her closer to him, she went up
the squeaking steps to her second-floor apartment, and…there he was.
Knowing he waited for her, she stalled.
He lounged back against his door, which was right next to hers,
arms crossed over his bare chest, his brown hair disheveled, five o’clock shadow
on his jaw. He wore only wrinkled khaki shorts that hung low on his lean
hips—and he took her breath away.
Seeing him again had the same impact it’d had the first time
she’d laid eyes on him. He was so sinfully appealing that it staggered her
senses.
What did he want?
Not the usual, not with how he looked, and how…she looked. So
then, why did he so relentlessly pursue her?
The long walk to the grocery and back again—something she
usually enjoyed—left her hot, damp with perspiration and in no mood for playing
games.
At least, not these games.
She had to avoid his gaze or—humiliating thought—he just might
see everything she felt, everything she thought.
About him. About the incredible body that he insisted on
displaying.
And how she’d like to rub
her
body
all over his…
“Hey.”
Before she could figure out a way to dodge him, he pushed away
from the wall, his smile welcoming, his dark eyes warm. She swallowed her sigh.
“Hello.”
“Here, let me help you with that.”
Like she couldn’t handle a few bags of groceries?
Why
was he bothering her like this? Flustered, talking
too fast, Pepper said, “That’s okay, really. I’ve got—”
He scooped the bags away from her and gestured for her to
precede him to her apartment.
“—it.” Left empty-armed and unnerved, she kept her shoulders
slumped and did her best to bank her reaction to him. “Really, Mr. Stark, I
don’t—”
“We’re neighbors, so call me Logan.”
She didn’t want to call him anything and tried to convey that
with a show of umbrage. “Really,
Mr. Stark,
I don’t
need any help.”
His grin widened. Teasing. Flirting. “You are so prickly.”
How could he make that sound like a compliment? “I am not—”
He snatched her keys from her, too, and short of grabbing for
them, which would only make her look foolish, she had no choice but to follow
him.
“—prickly,” she muttered—probably in a really prickly way.
While he unlocked her door, she stared at his broad back. He was tanned, his
sleek skin almost as damp as her own.
Her fingers twitched with the need to touch him, to coast her
palms over his heated skin and taut muscles.
He turned toward her, and she got the up close and personal
view of his chest. It shocked her, but she noticed his small brown nipples, how
soft chest hair half hid them…
“If not prickly, then what?”
She glanced up, saw he’d been watching her as she studied him,
and wanted to sink into the floor. Her face went hot, her body hotter—but
probably not for the reasons he assumed.
“I’m
private.
” Although, the way
she’d just looked at him, sort of eye-raping him—
oh,
God
—it was no wonder he didn’t understand that.
Every single time he got within her view, she visually molested
him. His fault in part, because he always had so much skin on display; she
wasn’t used to anyone like him, anyone who looked as good as he did.
A touch to her chin brought up her face and nearly stopped her
heart. “Saying hi to a neighbor somehow intrudes on your privacy?”
No, no, no. He couldn’t
touch
her.
She couldn’t
let
him touch her. Time to escape.
Ducking around him, Pepper swung the door open, stepped in fast
ahead of him, then turned to block his way. “I barely know you.”
“I’m trying to remedy that, right?” He looked into her
apartment with curiosity and surprise. One brow lifted at the mess she knew he
saw.
So she wasn’t übertidy. So she was actually a slob. Maybe that
would repel him.
“I keep to myself.” She awkwardly snatched back her groceries
and straightened her spine. “Others should do the same.”
“Yeah, maybe I could.” Giving up his scrutiny of her cluttered
living space, he leaned in her door frame—all six-feet-plus of him. His broad
shoulders kept her from closing the door.
Patient, silent, he waited for her to meet his gaze.
Girding herself, Pepper looked up—and felt caressed by his
suggestive, intimate attention. She cleared her throat and prompted him with,
“You could…what?”
“Maybe stop chasing your skirt.” His voice dropped. “If you
weren’t so damn cute.”
Shock took her back a step.
Cute? He must be deranged, because no way was he desperate. Why
would he say such an absurd thing?
His expression softened. “You don’t think you’re cute?”
The laugh strangled in her throat, and her automatic “No”
sounded like a croak.
Cute? Hardly. She kept her dull blond hair pulled back in a
low, unflattering ponytail at the nape of her neck, showcasing a face devoid of
even the most subtle makeup. She wore clothes any respectable grandmother would
disdain, with shoes so ugly they made her sad when she stepped into them.
She slumped when she walked, mumbled when she talked. Or at
least, she remembered to mumble when a certain neighbor didn’t push her past the
breaking point.
“Well, I think you are,” he said, still watching her, his tone
almost…pitying.
How dare he feel sorry for her?
Pride rose to the forefront, returning her backbone. “Is that a
joke, Mr. Stark?”
Shifting his stance, he leaned in and—while she held her
breath—said with distinct insistence, “Call me Logan.”
Oh, good Lord. He was close enough that she felt his warm,
moist breath and could see the thick, dark lashes on his eyes.
Bedroom eyes.
Her temperature spiked. “Oh, umm…”
Those sexy lips lifted into a satisfied grin. “And I’ll call
you…?”
When Pepper only stared at him, a little dazed, his grin
twitched. And man, oh, man, she wanted to kiss that mouth of his.
Kiss it and…other things.
Catching herself, Pepper shook her head and tried to ease the
door shut. “Goodbye, Mr. Stark.”
His big hand flattened on the door near her shoulder. “Come on,
throw me a bone here.” Without much effort, he held the door open. “How will it
hurt if I have your name?”
What to do, what to do?
He was so pushy that her continued refusal looked absurd.
Grudgingly, she said, “Sue.”
Now more amused, he admitted, “I know.”
“Beg pardon?”
“You manage the building, so I already saw your name on my
rental agreement.” He tweaked her chin again. “But I wanted to hear you say it
anyway.”
Her huff of affront did nothing to get him out of her
doorway.
“So.” He looked up and down the hallway. “You’re a woman alone,
and this isn’t the best apartment building, or the best neighborhood.”
Now he was a master of understatement? “You’re insulting my
management skills?” Did he think that’d win her over?
“You’re only responsible for notifying the owner if rent is
late or repairs are needed, right?” Without letting her reply to that, he said,
“Let me leave you my number. Anything comes up, or if anyone bothers you—”
“
You’re
bothering me.”
His gaze zeroed in on her mouth. “That’s why you’re
flushed?”
Oh, God. More heat rushed to her skin’s surface. “Really, Mr.
Stark—”
“Logan,” he corrected softly. “Say it for me. Just once. Then
I’ll go.”
He wanted to…seduce her?
So it appeared. And worse, he succeeded just by presence alone.
“Logan,” she agreed through stiff lips. “I need to go.”
Before I do something stupid—like invite you in.
Or kiss you.
Or drag you down to the floor
and—
He pulled a card from his pocket. “My number. Seriously. Any
problem at all—or if you just want to visit—give me a call, okay?”
“All right.”
Not on your life.
“Thank you.”
As if he knew her thoughts, he gave a warm laugh and stepped
out of the doorway. “See you later, Sue.”
Not if I see you first.
“Goodbye,
Logan.” She started to close the door.
And he said, “Now that wasn’t so painful, was it?”
She clicked the door shut in his face, then dropped against
it.
Painful? Not exactly.
Stirring? She felt like a blender on high speed, all her
emotions, all her dormant desires, churning together in a frenzy.
It had been too long—like forever—and she was too deprived to
be around a specimen like him without imagining the impossible. She needed to
find a way to avoid him, but she’d have to do it without causing suspicion. And
there was the rub.
Avoiding him
was
suspicious.
Pepper turned so that it was her shoulders against her door.
Head down, eyes closed, she struggled to come up with a plan.
Maybe, she reasoned to herself, she was going about this all
wrong. Any woman would be flattered by Mr. Stark’s attention.
A woman like her, especially so.
Slowly, she lifted her head. Did she have a good reason to
engage him in conversation? To get to know him better?
She pressed her hands to her cheeks and fought off a smile.
Yes, that’s what she would do. She would stop deflecting him,
and instead—she’d shyly reciprocate. If that didn’t scare him off once and for
all, she didn’t know what would.
* * *
L
OGAN
R
ISKE
SAUNTERED
back to his temporary digs with a feeling
of encouragement.
So he’d had to be pushy. Again.
So he’d had to practically force a conversation on her. At
least this time, he’d been successful.
More than successful.
The lady could deny it till doomsday, but he felt her
awareness. If her damned brother didn’t have her so cowed, she’d probably be
knocking on his door right now.
Thinking of her brother, Rowdy Yates, always soured his mood.
No doubt Rowdy had run roughshod over her for years, so Logan had to proceed
cautiously.
He ran a hand over his chest, considering all the twists and
turns of her ruse. It
was
a ruse—he couldn’t be
wrong about that. Yes, she looked different from the photos he had, but there
was something in the eyes, in the way she looked at him.
Pepper Yates.
After two years of searching, the end drew near.
She was the one woman he needed, the link that’d get him
everything he’d worked for.
He thought about the small grainy photos online, the newspaper
reports. Her wide-eyed innocence had shown through. She looked a little worse
now than she had two years ago, but he supposed running, and hiding, and putting
up with her brother could do that to a woman.