As a stranger, Flynn had just one imperfection: an overriding obsession with secrecy. Danielle was intrigued - dangerously sexy, Flynn had awakened more than her journalistic curiosity. She sensed a story; she also sensed trouble. The problem was, the more involved she got, the less convinced Danielle was that she was chasing the story and not Flynn! Was she falling for a man who didn't even trust her with his last name?
