No, Leon would be okay. He was a fighter, he had the sense to run from danger, he was strong and decent—and he didn’t need to have someone like her in his life. She’d been crazy to consider it, even for a moment. It was time to wrap things up, to do what she’d come to do, to remember who she was—a freelance agent, a woman with no qualms about stealing or killing to complete a job, a cool and efficient thief who could take pride in a career with no misses. Ada Wong always walked away with the goods, and it would take more than a few hours with one blue-eyed cop to make her forget it.
