Kai spent nine years as one of the CIA's most lethal assets. She spent the last six months being Jack's adoring wife—cotton candy kisses, cheesy anniversaries, a life she clawed her way toward. Then two men reach for their weapons at a state fair, and the woman Jack married disappears. In her place: someone who breaks bones and fires with deadly precision. Now burned assets are hunting her across America, and the only person she can trust is a husband who looks at her like a stranger.
Jack should be terrified. Instead, he watches her hot-wire cars and clean weapons, and what stirs in him is darker, more primal. He can't stop remembering her mouth, her hands, the way she used to melt against him. Was any of it real? Every moment, she swears. Every single one. Trust is shattered. The heat between them isn't. And somewhere between stolen cars and grimy motel rooms, survival starts to feel like seduction.