My best friend is a spy. Apparently, that’s not even his biggest secret.
Miles Lancaster is my person. My partner in people-watching, murder-mystery nights, spontaneous adventures, and five years of the kind of friendship most people spend their lives trying to find.
Which is exactly why we are never, ever going to date.
I have my reasons. Very good ones. Miles wants a family someday, and thanks to cancer treatments when I was fifteen, there’s a good chance I can’t have children. So keeping him firmly in the best-friend category is practically an act of love.
Then I discover Miles is a spy for a secret intelligence agency, which feels like something a person should mention sometime during the first five years of friendship.
But Miles has another secret, too—he’s also been in love with me for years.
Cue one wildly imperfect first date, a long-overdue kiss, an unfortunately memorable kidney stone, and the terrifying realization that falling for my best friend might actually be the easiest thing I’ve ever done.
Until Miles’s secret life collides with mine, and suddenly the risks of loving a spy aren’t theoretical anymore.
I’ve always believed that when you have something this good, you don’t mess with it. Turns out, I might have been spectacularly wrong.
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