Max called me to New York for a short-term assignment, but he didn’t provide details. It would be my pleasure, he says, holding the door. Maybe you can take me for a spin on the track before I head back to San Jose. What's your specialty? I ask, because everyone in The Company has a specialty. He takes the handle of my suitcase right out of my hand. I’ve spent the past four years running our West Coast operation, so there are a bunch of New York-based agents I’ve never met.īut when I glance at my watch, there’s a new text from Max: I sent a kid to pick your grumpy ass up. In fact, I was the second person to ever get the team tattoo, just moments after Max Bayer-my college roommate and now boss-got his.Įven so, I won't get into a car with anyone unless I am certain the situation is legit. And as further proof of his identity, the blond kid tugs aside the V-neck of his T-shirt to show me that he wears the same key inked on his skin. Instead of my name, the sign bears a silhouette of a skeleton key, and nothing else. He's holding one of those signs that drivers use to help their passengers identify them. I squint at the blond kid who’s approached me near the baggage carousel. And just as soon as I figure out how to make a skinny peppermint latte with milk poured in the shape of a kitten.

There's nobody more skilled at stealth ops than me. I'd forgotten how much we infuriate each other, and that she somehow fills me with both irritation and desire in the same breath. But now I have to call her 'boss,' and do everything the curvy perfectionist asks of me. Going undercover as Posy's new barista wasn't my idea.

It's my job to identify him before he can harm a hair on her pretty head. There's a murderer on the loose in New York, and he seems to spend a lot of time at Posy's shop. I'm the VP of a secretive billion-dollar security company. But all she gave me was a single kiss before I had to skip town. Posy was the pampered girl I tried to impress. Growing up, I was the rough guy from the wrong neighborhood who couldn't catch a break. And just as soon as I figure out how to make a skinny peppermint latte with milk poured in the shape of a kitten.Secrets, desires, and exquisite pie.

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