I’m a kick-ass FBI agent and I’ve finally got a chance to prove it.
I belong undercover, not riding a support desk.
Or making babies to please my abuela.
My job is to save babies. Specifically, the children disappearing down NYC’s human trafficking rathole.

I’ll use any legal connection to do it. Harrison Everhart has no such qualms.
He’s the kind of high-intelligence security that bends the law forward, backward, and sideways.
And when I look at him, I want him to do bend me all those ways.
My horoscope warned me not to give in to blind impulse, but god help me, Harrison Everhart makes me want to close my eyes and leap.
And that would be the biggest mistake of my career.
Maybe my life.