In the field, I’m trained to charm, disarm, and get out clean. But Reese is the one mission I’ve never been able to walk away from. We’ve been best friends for years, and we do everything together.
She’s the person I call when something’s funny, when something’s hard, when I just need to be with someone who gets me.
But what she doesn’t know—what no one knows—is that all this time, I’ve only ever wanted her. I’m just the guy who never dates anyone seriously.
She’s just the girl who’s convinced we’re better off as friends. But I swear, something is shifting. I think this may either be the beginning of everything or the perfect friendship’s final mission.
Abort mission? Or proceed with heart fully exposed?
