Elizabeth POV 

  

  “Henry, you idiot, what the hell are you doing here?” I hissed at him under my breath as I slipped through the crowded casino floor, my eyes scanning the room for any signs of our target.

  The lights from the slot machines flashed all around us, and the air was thick with the smell of cigar smoke and expensive perfume.

  I had spotted him across the roulette table, that smug look on his face like he owned the place, but we both knew this mission was mine.

  Or at least, it was supposed to be.

  Now here he was, my rival from the agency, crashing my operation in...