But that won’t stop me from claiming the bounty.
One last mission, one last score—that’s all it’ll take to pay for my brother’s surgery. If I didn’t need the money, would I take the case anyway? Yup. Nothing compares to the thrill of the hunt.
I don’t do partners, and I’m not sharing the bounty. It’s mine. That doesn’t mean I’ll shy away from a little friendly competition. We can make it even friendlier if that competition is built like a god and wrapped up like a present in a perfectly-fitted suit.
Forget field missions. Leave me to test DNA in my lab, and I’m content. I don’t want to investigate the recent wolf attacks or have anything at all to do with the sleepy town of Wakeforest—until I catch her scent.
She smells like sweet gardenias. It's a stark contrast to her fiery red curls, not to mention she has curves for days. Before I learn her name, I know without question that this woman is trouble—and she's my mate.