Tessa had been driving all day, anxious to reach the final destination of her lengthy trip from New York to Miami. And she’d finally made it, pulling up to the small, one-storey house she’d be renting for the next several weeks. It had taken her quite some time to locate her objective, the man she’d come all this way to find.

And now all she had to do was find him. And kill him.

Well, she would first determine whether the man was worthy of such a fate, but it made sense. And if he wasn’t the man she was looking for, he would know who was. She was certain of it. She wouldn’t have gone to all this trouble if she’d believed otherwise.

With quite some effort, she’d managed to get herself a fake ID to use for the rental of the house; the same identification she’d used to procure a weapon for her task. And now armed with a curve-hugging, little black dress and a pair of stiletto heels, all she had to do was run into him casually and seduce him—as soon as she figured out where to find him.

Sure, she’d been able to figure out that he was in Miami, but Miami was a big city, and it had taken her weeks to narrow down her search to a few choice locations. And first on the list: The Atomique—a bar a half-mile away that he was known to frequent with some regularity. And being a Friday night, there was a decent chance she’d find him there tonight.

She unlocked the door and dropped her suitcase on the dining table as she made her way around the house to become acquainted with her surroundings. For a house, it was small, but bigger than the one-bedroom apartment she’d lived in the past several years. It didn’t matter though; she didn’t require a great deal of space for what she’d come to do.

Her tour of the house complete, she grabbed her luggage and towed it along to the bedroom down the short hall, tossing it on the...