Dash

A bounty hunter, I work alone, end of story.

Distractions will get me killed. That’s why when a gorgeous woman entered my hotel room last winter, I politely declined. Even now, I can’t get her out of my mind, so I give in. She was right. We need to sweat this attraction out of our systems and be done with it.
Hoping for a second chance, I hire her to take my new copter for a spin but instead of dinner and a movie, we almost drown in the New York Harbor.
With the black box missing and an NTSB agent dead, she needs to lay low. Instead, the stubborn ex-Marine digs in her heels and demands to be my partner.
As if.