Love At Your Own Risk

After winning a case she wished she'd lost (the defendant was a rapist), defense attorney Victoria Kent rushes off to her parents' vacation cottage on Cape Cod, only to find herself nose-to-nose with a 9mm Glock. It seems the cottage is occupied. By John Paolillo, a homicide detective from New Haven who has been sentenced to two weeks' "rest" after hitting a defense attorney. John offers to share-after all, the cottage has a separate basement apartment.
Reluctantly, Vicki agrees. Alas, John has another problem-his car died. Inevitably, they end up exploring the outer Cape together and manage to fool themselves into thinking people with diametrically opposite views of the law can become a couple. Their relationship even survives a surprise visit from Vicki's alleged fiancé. But when they leave Cape Cod's less well-known byways to walk the teeming streets of Provincetown, disaster strikes.
Vicki rushes back to Boston, John returns to New Haven. They've reached a no hope impasse. Unless some wise soul can find a way past the basic conflict that has split them apart. AUTHOR'S NOTE: My love of Cape Cod inspired this classic romance, with the outer Cape as the most important secondary character. Hopefully, my knowledge of the Cape as it was, will be enough to inspire forgiveness for any errors made due to changing times.
(This tale was written more than ten years ago and first appeared as the Kensington Precious Gem, HE SAID, SHE SAID.) If you've never been to Cape Cod, I hope this story will inspire you to take a look.