A simple undercover mission is what Dutch told you. Quick, simple, easy. What he didn’t tell you is that you’d be stuck in a ballroom, in the arms of the your long known enemy.

You grimaced every time he leaned in to whisper the whereabouts of the target, or whenever he’d adjust his hand in yours. Everything was more than unwanted.

“Just get it over with, then we can leave,” he speaks, his gaze piercing you. You could tell the night was going to be long.