Alpha Cole continued to stare at the file on his desk. He ran his index finger down the image of the stripper, time and time again. The fiery flame of red hair, scattered all over her head like a lion's mane, the immaculate emerald color of her eyes, pointed nose, and perked lips, everything reminded him of her. The girl was a spitting image of someone he once knew. 

Once the knock on his door came, Alpha Cole pushed the file away, allowing it to roll to the distant end of the table. ...