I just wanted to survive my shift. I didn’t expect to save a hitman. I dance at a gay bar to pay my tuition. On Easter, that means shaking my ass in a playboy bunny suit.
Then a stranger puts a bullet in my scumbag boss and offers me five grand to drive his getaway car.
Shaw is a hitman. Cold. Dangerous. And bleeding out in my backseat.
I should walk away. I stitch him up instead.
Now he says he owes me.
And he wants these fluffy bunny ears to stay on...
