Anyone called me in for a job, they knew one thing: Jim Woodward worked alone. Risking my neck was as natural to me as breathing, and I'd never needed anyone to watch my back. Especially if she was a woman -- and hotshot Pepper Sinclair.
If rescuing those closest to me meant taking on a partner, then so be it. But Pepper's fearless strength and feminine vulnerability made a man think of other things besides getting the job done. And it could all be lost in this dangerous gamble . . .