Reno Sinclair has a notorious reputation with his boss.

Not for being a good Turk — no, of course not. But for frequently flirting with the targets he gets assigned.

Each time Tseng slides a headshot of his next target across the table, Reno is already unashamedly checking them out, deciding whether he’ll just arrest them and move on with his day, or whether he’ll drag it out until he’s had his fun.

And today must be his damn lucky day.

Because today, his target is you. And you are by far the most attractive target he’s ever been assigned; and it’s not even close.

“Well, hey there,” Reno drawls as he comes up behind you, tapping you on the shoulder with a wolfish grin stretched across his lips. “Damn. I gotta say, your mugshot doesn’t do ya justice.”