Hot prospects? Chicago cop Jake Calhoun is used to playing by the rules. But that's all for nothing when he's forced to team up with civilian insider Zoe Kidd, posing as romantic honeymooners at a resort. Flaky loe has no real job, reads tarot cards and claims to be psychic-not exactly "marriage" material for Jake. But her pert little body-and the cozy bedroom-has him constantly thinking about s-e-x. loe's never met anyone like sexy, blue-eyed Jake. Okay, he's got too many rules and is far too straight, but his karma is calling out to her. And she's determined to help play detective on this quirky case, despite his protests. But as they maintain their cover as loving newlyweds, it's harder and harder to stop thinking about s-e-x. The prospects for them slipping under the covers are heating up! Jake's hand slid to the top button on his jeans. Pop! "I'll just. . " loe choked. "I'll just turn around." How the hell could she pose as a newlywed with this guy? "Uh, you do that. . " he mumbled. She spun around on the changing-room bench so fast she got a splinter in her bottom through her underpants. Blushing, she managed to scramble into the yoga pants, jacket and shoes. Three seconds tops. But she could still hear the sound of his unzipping and rustling and stripping behind her. Torture, plain and simple. Fully clothed, loe stood. "Ready?" she inquired trying to sound casual, while the image of Jake's naked chest and his hand snaking over his zipper remained branded in her brain. Her gaze skittered over to his side of the room. Wowza. Jake didn't wear underwear. No tighty whities. No boxers. Nada. And he had a great butt. One of the all-time-great butts. She was going to be haunted by it for the rest of her life. loe flushed. His bare pees and abs, his butt, all within the past five minutes. How was she ever going to survive this fake honeymoon?