Mate (Bride, #2)

by Ali Hazelwood

In my previous life I longed to travel, but that required money, and I tended to use what little I had on other luxuries. Eating, for instance. Not sleeping on park benches. Paying taxes that financed my very own surveillance.

“That’s some grade A compartmentalization.” “Thanks.” I toss my hair back. “It’s the childhood trauma.”