The Blonde Who Came In from the Cold (The Blonde Identity, #2)

by Ally Carter

King thought his skin might actually catch fire. Sterling, on the other hand, looked like a cone of soft serve ice cream—cool and smooth and swirling.

“Because, like it or not, you feel safe with me, Sterling. You are safe. And, like it or not, I’m safe with you, too.”

No one did anything better, and part of King hated that he’d never told her.

He was the kind of man it would feel amazing to impress.

King was better alone. He was cranky and demanding and impossible to please. She was none of those things.

But Alex was almost blissfully unaware of the effect she was having on the man. For a good spy, Alex was almost always unaware of that.

Because sometimes you either change or die.

But he was looking at her like he was trying to memorize her face and her voice. Like of all the things he’d never forget, the only one he wanted to hang on to forever was her.

“You got out, and I’m not going to drag you back in.” “I’m not in. I’m with you. I’m wherever you are.”

Time passed. Seasons changed. People fell in love and got married and no one sat around waiting for her to come back. Well, no one but him.

“Sometimes you have to forget who you are to figure out who you want to be, you know?” Alex did know. She’d been making and remaking herself for so long—over and over again—since before she’d ever heard of the Farm or Michael Kingsley. Alex had spent her whole life trying to be stronger and faster and better. But maybe all she ever needed to be was herself?