I’ve been making a to do list. Everything that I’ve ever seen or read or heard about that sounds like fun but I’ve never done. And I want to do these things with you.
I don’t know who she is. I don’t know why she’s here.
The Russians want her dead, and now it’s up to me to look out for her. This girl is trouble.
So why have I already decided she’s mine?
I’ve claimed her and there’s no going back now.
I don’t remember a thing about the night we spent together. We woke up the next morning with more than we bargained for-wedding rings.