When you seek revenge be sure to dig two graves ... Revenge was the only thing I had going for me. It kept me awake at night and drove me into desperate situations in dive bars across the world. I was looking for someone, for the enemy who was responsible for killing my fiancé. He was a covert operative who worked for the British government, someone hiding behind the trappings of respectability. Or so I thought ... I dropped a hint where he could find me, going through channels I knew he would be monitoring. And when he walked into the bar, he stuck out like a sore thumb. Tall and well-built, he could barely hide his magnificent physique beneath the stuffy three-piece suit. I had him pegged as MI6 from the moment he sat down. But when he zeroed in on me and the time came to strike, something stopped me. Maybe it was the way his body felt so close to mine. Maybe it was the kindness in his eyes that stirred doubt about his guilt. All I know is that I couldn't kill him, and that might just have been the biggest mistake of my life.
