Runaway Rogue
He’s a rogue agent, gone AWOL on a tropical island.
I’m the barista they sent to fetch him.
I know what you’re thinking. Why me? Why am I tramping up the side of a volcano, searching for one of the most dangerous men alive?
After all, I’m a barista. I do latte art and cupcake displays. I have no business trailing this man through the jungle.
Here’s the truth: I’m bait. Apparently the secret agent likes me, and now they’re gonna dangle me on a string to coax him home.
But as he tracks me across the island… watches me, silent and brooding between the trees…
I can only hope he won’t devour me whole.
