MI6 and their orders be damned. She's worth going rogue for...
It was more than just a one-night stand. Chelsea had been there for me when I needed her. Now, she's missing.
The woman who stumbles head-on toward trouble with a reckless enthusiasm, regardless of the danger. The woman I can't get out of my head six-months after our one and only night together. The woman I keep far away from because I know to my core that seeing her again is going to turn my life upside down.
But now she's in trouble and there's no bloody way I'm trusting the Yanks to get her out of it. Luckily, I'm just the right man for the job and I've got a plan.
Fly from New York to D.C.. Find her and spank her pretty bottom for worrying me. Then, leave immediately for the head office in London for reassignment. Simple. So why does that last part--leaving here, leaving her-- feel like a punch to my gut? I'll have to worry about that later.
