Kelsey Adams discovered that her husband is a major player in organized crime. Knowing about his criminal activity and unable to tolerate his abuse any longer, she escapes from him and starts a new life in another city. With the aid of a friend, she secures a teaching position and for three years leads a quiet and peaceful life.

A drug bust at the school turns to disaster and an undercover agent, Derek Tyler, is set-up to be murdered. Kelsey, assists the agent and they escape from the school. To Kelsey's horror, the media films their get-away and her safe life is now over.

Kelsey's husband sees the news clip and goes with his hitmen in search of his wife, intent on exacting his revenge.

Haunted by her past, she's unable to tell Derek about her previous life. He's uncertain if she played a role in his set-up and as they run away together, neither is fully able to trust the other.

Derek has been cut-off from his support and Kelsey has to decide whether to vanish in another city or continue to help him. Deciding to work together, their trust begins to grow, as does their desire for each other. He must find out who the 'dirty' cops are and who in the department he can trust.

He has to clear his name and she has to stop running from her past. Only by continuing the investigation and arresting the drug dealers will they have a chance at a future together.

Kelsey doesn't want to hide any longer and she is falling in love with Derek. He questions the solitary life that he enjoyed leading and has fallen in love with Kelsey. Derek has set his goal and that is to arrest the top guy in the drug chain, Kelsey's husband.

Derek is a cop who has worked undercover for too long and Kelsey's life of luxury has changed to one of fear and doubt, forcing her to live alone with the hope that one day she will be able to trust and to love again.

Kelsey watched the basketball arc gracefully towards the net. It hit the rim and like her life during the past three years, swirled in an endless circle.

The gym class was almost over and as Kelsey drew her whistle to her lips, the door at the end of the gymnasium crashed open. An explosion echoed through the hallway.

Kelsey and her students watched as two men in dark pants and shirts slammed the door shut and struggled to block the door with a Stairmaster and an exercise bike.

Kelsey ran towards the corner of the gym and the blocked door. She overheard one of the men say that it was a cop that had shot at them. Brushing by one of the players, Kelsey almost tripped over her own feet, her running shoes squeaking to a sudden halt. A tall, lanky teenager turned to her, sweat pouring down his forehead. His eyes were opened wide, red veins criss-crossing like dough on a strudel. His jersey changed from a dull yellow to a bright red and he dropped to his knees. She tried to hold him up but they both fell to the ground, his breath wheezing like a die-hard smoker.

One of the men dressed in black cursed under his breath and ran to Kelsey and the boy. "This has gone down all wrong," he whispered to himself. He examined the boy, quickly finding the hole that the blood was pumping from. The other boys began milling around their fallen team-mate and the man grabbed a towel from one of the other boy's hands. He pressed it tight to the wound and grabbed Kelsey's wrist, placing her hand on the towel. "You need to keep pressure on the wound and don't let him move. Underst and?"

Kelsey struggled to draw in her breath, the sight of the blood almost causing her to faint. She nodded, drawing in her strength, bringing herself under control. "He needs a doctor…and who the heck are you?"

He looked into her brown eyes, momentarily distracted by their rich colour and sparkle. "I'm a cop. Is there a telephone?"

Kelsey pointed to her gym bag. "Over there."

The man had long, black hair and it bounced gently over his shoulders as he sprinted to the bag. He was just over six feet tall and his square shoulders tapered to a thin waist.

He reached into the bag, moving aside an assortment of cosmetics, brushes, tissues and hygiene packets, before finding the cell phone. He punched 911 and raised the phone to his ear. Looking over to Kelsey, he followed her slender arm up to her straight brown hair. Her eyes were almond shaped, set above high cheekbones. "A boy has been shot at Fullertown high school. He's in the gymnasium and needs medical attention, now!"

He pressed the buttons again. "John, the drug bust fell apart. A boy has been shot and I've been set-up. What's going on?"

"Derek, I just got word from the District Officer. Detective Higgins is in charge and he's at the school now. I'm switching you to him."

"John, don't…". Derek closed the phone before the connection was made.

Derek moved over to Kelsey. "Look, my partner and I have to get out of here. How many exits are there?"

Kelsey looked at him. "You're a cop and outside there are cops, shooting at you. Somehow two plus two doesn't equal four."

He looked at his watch. "The medical team should be here any moment." Derek placed his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Hang in there. It shouldn't be much longer," he said with a smile.

Derek kneeled beside her and his eyes caught her eyes. For an instant he thought of a tropical island, warm sand and the sound of the waves tumbling onto the beach. In his vision, he was holding her hand, walking, their feet pressing into the wet sand.

"We're working undercover." Derek nodded in the direction of the man by the door. "He's from the local office and I'm from Washington. There was a major drug bust going down in the school yard but something fell apart."

The telephone beeped.

Derek answered. "No he can't walk. No, nobody comes through that door except the emergency team."

Detective Higgins spoke. "You're not in charge, Derek. Come out with Terry and let's make sure nobody else gets hurt."

Kelsey watched as Derek walked to the other man. Derek didn't look like a cop; in fact he looked more what she imagined a drug dealer to look like. However, there was something in his eyes that sent a warm shiver through her.

She stroked beads of sweat off the boy's forehead as his blood dried on her hand.

The phone rang again. "The medical team is here. Step out now and they'll go in. If you don't come out, I'll give you two minutes until we break in."

"Higgins, the S.W.A.T. team has to be there by now, put me in contact with the team leader."

He hissed into the phone. "I'm your only contact and those are my terms."

"Kelsey, we have to get out of here fast. We're dead men unless you help us."

Derek motioned at one of the boys and he replaced Kelsey's hand, with the boy's hand, on the wound.

"I'm not going anywhere with you. For all I know you're one of the drug dealers," she said.

He pleaded. "We don't have any time left. Those guys are going to break in here and start shooting. One kid is down and there'll be more. You don't have a choice, you've got to trust me."

She thought how quickly her safe world had crashed down, the balance of life so easily tipped. "Through the women's shower and dressing room. That's the only exit that may be safe."

"My car is on the other side of the school, is yours nearby?"

She ignored Derek for the moment and addressed her class. "Guys, I have to go. Everybody just sit on the floor and wait for the police to come in. Don't get up…don't even move."

She snatched her gym bag and they slipped through the door marked with the 'Ladies' sign. High-pitched screams resounded off the walls, as several of the girls in various states of dress saw the two men. They broke into the hallway and ran towards the nearest door. A loud voice from behind ordered them to halt, followed by thundering footsteps.

The sun blazed in their eyes as they dashed out, Kelsey looking to the left and then to the right.

"Please tell me you know where you parked your car?" stated Derek, with a hint of panic.

"Derek, you go on ahead and I'll slow them down a little," said the other man.

"No, Terry. We're a team, we stick together."

"We don't know who is who and one of us has to get out of here. Go with her Derek. This is not negotiable."

Derek held Kelsey's arm lightly. "Left or right…up or down. But let's get the heck outta here."

Kelsey dashed off to the left, Derek at her heels. She stopped at a red, mid-size car and she fumbled in her bag, searching for her keys.

Derek rolled his eyes, wondering what her purse must be like. "We are in a bit of a hurry," he stated with a hint of sarcasm.

"I'm looking…I'm looking."

They slid into the car and drove through the lot.

"Go slow, we don't need any extra attention right now."

Kelsey peered up ahead. "The exit is blocked. Now what," she said calmly.

"Step on it. Let's get outta here."

Her tires squealed on the hot pavement as her feet pressed the clutch and the gas pedal and her hand shifted through the gears. As the car sped towards the barrier, the news media focused their cameras on her and her passenger. She couldn’t hide her face and she knew she had to run and hide again.

The car broke through the barrier and sped off to the sounds of pursuing sirens.

Kelsey and Derek are running from the police as well as searching for the 'top guys' in the drug ring. Hints of a relationship develop between the two. She is attracted to 'bad boys' and Derek has some of those bad boy traits.

Kelsey reveals that she deeply fears her husband, but does not tell Derek the name of her husband.

Kelsey has been hurt by her husband and has lived alone for years. Derek wonders if she will ever be able to trust again.

Derek's job has required that he work and travel alone. He has enjoyed this life and does not want to give it up and 'settle down'.

As they work closer together and devise strategies and plans, both begin to start trusting the other.

Derek is open, kind and honest and Kelsey begins to regain the confidence that she had lost during the time of being with her husband.

Derek has worked alone for so long and he still cannot complete trust Kelsey. And he feels that she is hiding something from him.

Their future plans are so uncertain and there is no sexual intimacy, but the bonds of their love are growing.

Kelsey wants to tell Derek about her husband, but she does not want to destroy the trust that she feels is growing between them. And although her marriage was over years ago, she is still legally married.

There are times when Kelsey is very much in control of her life and her actions, but when there are many distractions, her mind tends to become unfocused. Derek is unsure how she will act in 'tough' situations.

Kelsey wonders who she really is and why she is attracted to 'bad' boys. She ponders what type of future she wants.

Their love grows and they become intimate.

She has discovered love and now fears that she will lose Derek to the drug dealers or to his job.

She wants to be totally honest and tell Derek about her husband, but the time never seems to be right.

The drug dealers are searching for them as well, forcing them to be on the run.

The bad cops that have been paid off by the drug dealers have been rounded up and Derek is able to concentrate his efforts on breaking the drug ring.

Derek and Kelsey enter the drug dealer's lair and the final confrontation.

Derek meets Mr. Adam's and discovers that he is Kelsey's husband. Initially, he is hurt by her lack of trust, but he loves her and understands why she did not tell him earlier.

Deals and double deals are discussed and a gunfight ensues.

The police arrive and Mr. Adams lays dead.

Derek decides not to work undercover any longer, choosing a life with Kelsey.