Julie James - A Lot Like Love

To my fabulous editor, Wendy McCurdy, for her insight, suggestions, and support, and to my wonderful agent, Susan Crawford, for her dedication and tremendous enthusiasm. Thanks as well to the entire team at Berkley, all of whom do such an incredible job and whose contributions are extremely appreciated.

A special thanks to Denise and Martin Cody, for showing me the ins and outs of running a wine store, and for being so gracious in answering all my pesky questions. Thanks as well to wine educator and sommelier John Laloganes for his fantastic wine appreciation course.

To Maria and Brian Guarraci, Matt and Melissa Boresi, Jen Adamo, and most especially to Pete Montenaro, my New York consigliere, for their insight and wonderful stories about Italian families. I only wish I couldve used every story they shared with me particularly the one about the tomato plant.

Thanks as well to my father-in-law, for his investigative expertise and that of his mysterious sources, for helping me develop the setup of this story in its early stages.

To my incredible beta readers, Elyssa Papa and Kati Dancy, for all their helpful suggestions, and an extraspecial thanks to Elyssa for the title of this book.

Thank you to my family and friends, for all their love and support, and particularly for putting up with me when Im on a deadline. And finally, to my husband, for always listening, helping, advising, and being all-around amazing.

FROM THE MOMENT Nick McCall walked into his bosss office, he knew something was up.

Being a special agent for the FBI, he was an expert at both observing body language and reading between the lines, often gleaning all he needed to know from a carelessly chosen word or the subtlest of gestures. A skill that frequently came in handy.

Upon entering the room, he watched as Mike Davis, the special agent in charge of the Chicago field office, toyed with the sleeve of his venti Starbucks coffee cup (even he refused to drink the crap they had in the office) a gesture many of the senior agents in the office had noted long ago. It was Daviss tell, and Nick knew exactly what it meant.

Trouble.

Another long undercover job, he guessed. Not that working undercover bothered him in fact, for the past few years, that was almost exclusively the type of investigation hed handled. But having just finished a particularly grueling assignment, even he was ready for a break.

He took a seat in one of the chairs in front of Daviss desk, watching as his boss now twisted the sleeve around the base of the Starbucks cup. Shit, he was screwed. Everyone knew that twisting of the sleeve was even worse than sliding.

Nick saw no point in beating around the bush. All right. Just lay it on me.

Davis greeted him with a grin. Good morning to you, too, sunshine. And welcome back. How I missed our pleasant chats while you were working on Fivestar.

Sorry. Ill start over. Its good to be back, sir. Thank you.

I assume you were able to find your office without too much trouble? Davis asked dryly.

Nick got comfortable in his chair, letting the sarcasm bounce off him. True, while working on Operation Fivestar over the last six months, he hadnt been in the office much. And it felt good to be back. Surprisingly, he realized that he had missed his chats with Davis. Sure, his boss could be prickly at times, but with all the crap he had to deal with as special agent in charge, this was to be expected.

I wandered around the floor until I found a door with my name on it. Nobodys kicked me out yet, so I figure I must be in the right place. He looked Davis over. Youre looking a little grayer around the temples there, boss.

Davis grunted. Spent the last six months of my life worrying that youd screw up your investigation.

Nick stretched out his legs in front of him. He didnt screw up investigations. Have I ever given you any reason to doubt me?

Probably. Youre just better at covering it up than most.

Thats true. So you want to go ahead and give me the bad news?

Youre so convinced Ive got something to tell you. Davis feigned innocence as he gestured to his Starbucks cup. Cant a guy simply catch up over coffee with the top agent in his office?

Oh, so Im your top agent now.

Youve always been my top agent.

Nick raised an eyebrow. Dont let Pallas hear you say that, he said, referring to another agent in their office whod recently been on a run with some very high-profile arrests.

You and Pallas are both my top agents, Davis said, as diplomatically as a mother whod just been asked to name her favorite child.

Nice save.

Actually, I wasnt kidding about the catching up part. I heard the arrests last week got a little rough.

Nick brushed this off. That can happen with arrests. Funny enough, its typically not an experience that catches people at their best.

Davis studied him through sharp gray eyes. Coming off an undercover job is never easy, especially a rough one like Fivestar. Twenty-seven Chicago police officers charged with corruption is quite a coup. You did a great job, Nick. The director called me earlier this morning and told me to extend his personal congratulations to you.

Im glad both you and the director are pleased.

I cant help but think that the arrests mightve struck a nerve, given your background.

Nick wouldnt necessarily say the case struck a nerve, although it was true: busting police officers wasnt high on his list of fun things to do. Cop blood ran through his veins, after all he was a former police officer himself, having worked vice for the NYPD for six years before applying to the FBI. His father had served on the New York Police Department for thirty years before retiring, and one of Nicks brothers was a cop. But the twenty-seven police officers he had arrested last Friday had crossed the line. In his opinion, the fact that the bad guys happened to wear badges only made them less worthy of sympathy.

They were dirty cops, Mike. I didnt have any problem taking them down, Nick said.

Davis seemed satisfied. Good. Glad we got that out of the way. And I saw that you put in for some time off.

Im heading back to New York for a few days to surprise my mother. Shes turning sixty this Sunday and my familys having a big party.

When are you leaving?

Nick sensed that this question was less casual than Daviss tone would suggest. Tonight. Why? he asked suspiciously.

What would you say if I asked you to consider postponing your trip a few days?

Id say you obviously dont know my mother. If I dont get back home for this party, youll need a bulldozer to dig me out of the layers of guilt shell pile on me.

Davis laughed at that. You dont need to miss her party, you can still be in New York in plenty of time. Say Saturday night. Sunday morning at the latest.

Youre joking, obviously. Seeing how Ive asked for all of about two days off in the last six years, Im thinking Im kind of due for this vacation.

Davis turned more serious. I know you are, Nick. Believe me, I wouldnt ask if it wasnt important.

Nick held back what would normally be his sarcastic reply. He respected Davis. Theyd been working together for six years, and he found Davis to be a fair boss and a straight shooter. And the entire time Nick had worked in the Chicago field office, hed never heard of Davis asking anyone for a favor. Which made it virtually impossible to say no.

He sighed. Im not saying yes. But out of curiosity, whats the assignment?

Davis sensed the beginnings of his capitulation and leaned forward in his chair. Id call it a consulting job, of sorts. Theres been an unexpected development in an investigation being run jointly by the financial crimes and organized crimes divisions and I need to bring on someone with your level of undercover experience. Things might get a little tricky.