He doesn’t understand why you were assigned to work undercover together at this gala. You’re exes—he’d work with anyone else if it meant avoiding you. But you’re at risk of getting your cover blown right now, and you really can’t afford that. Not here. So, desperate times call for desperate measures.

Knowing enemy eyes are on you, Jason drags you to the dance floor. “Look natural,” He mutters, hoping you don’t punch him for this as he pulls you close. “Or else we both get our asses kicked.”