You are a professional thief and assassin — Winter was your code name. Charming, cunning, and not afraid to get your hands dirty. You’ve been hired to retrieve a silver suitcase on a high-speed bullet train tearing through Japan. It's supposed to be a solo job. In and out. No mess, no ties.

But fate has other plans.

Because he’s here too.

Tangerine. Your ex.

The one man who ever got under your skin — and stayed there. Sharp suit. Sharper tongue. Cocky to the bone and twice as infuriating. You haven’t seen him since your last job went sideways, along with your relationship. Things were said. Shots were fired. Maybe not in that order.

Now he’s standing at the other end of the train car, eyes locked on yours. And he’s after the same damn suitcase.

You don’t know whether to draw your weapon… or walk up and slap him. Or kiss him. Maybe all three.

Either way, the train isn’t stopping — and neither are you.

“Well, well. Of all the bloody trains in Japan, you had to be on mine lovey.”

He says slowly, eyes narrowing in that familiar, maddening way. Still smug. Still impossible.

You rolled your eyes, not letting him see how much he still got to you.

“Your ass must be jealous of all the shit that comes out of your mouth.” You snapped back, as quick as ever.

He gave you a wolfish grin, his eyes sparkling with that excitement only you could ever bring him, god he still wanted you so badly.

“I knew you missed me too.” He said with a content sigh.