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PROLOGUE

Hackers gonna hack

-Coffee cup

HUNT

Four years ago

“Oh, sorry”

I blinked, surprised to findinto dark brown eyes

“No probleotten as I looked down into her eyes My gaze traveled over her face

She had really long eyelashes Like, so long that I wondered if they were fake

If I reached forward and grabbed them, would they come off in my hand?

I couldn’t stop

“Are your eyelashes real?” I blurted

Most people would be turned off immediately by my bluntness

I’d found, over tiard for propriety didn’t endear me to many people, especially women that were asked about whether their eyelashes were fake or not

“Yeah,” she said “They are Why? Do they not look real?”

“They’re so long that they kind of make me think that they’re not Can I pull the

So I didn’t interact with people all that much

I thrived behind a co the hu, and overbearing

People did not like me in real life

So in which I had been told multiple times today

“Sure” She grinned “Go ahead”

When I reached forward and did just that, I think she was surprised

Did she think that I was kidding?

But the only thing to come off when I reached for her eyelashes was a bit of mascara and one tiny hair

I looked down at it on er, made a wish, and blew it off

When I openedher coffee as she did

My eyes took in the rest of her as she swayed her hips to and fro

She was short Well, not really short More of a regular-sized woman, if I had to admit But she was short compared to my six-foot-four

She looked over her shoulder, and the hted brown hair to slip over her shoulder and fall in a wave down her back It al, but not short, either

She grinned at ain by her eyes

Her eyes were the eous shade of brown I’d ever seen—like my favorite type of chocolate—and they were covered by the longest eyelashes that I’d ever had the chance to pull

Weird