Page 1 of The Bounty (Redemption Inc.)

Trouble had started the moment Melissa Cruz sauntered in his direction.

He should have run. Not that it would have mattered.

Runners were her business. She would have caught him eventually.

Made him the offer he hadn’t refused. And besides, where would he have run to, exactly?

Over the glass barrier around his friends’ backyard and into the wide-open canyon below?

Or behind the massive Venetian dessert table at their wedding?

He should have at least tried. If he’d avoided her long enough, then maybe her need for him would have passed. Or her offer would have come later, at a time when he wasn’t lonely, penniless, and wilting under the Southern California sun.

He should have steered clear altogether—of the wedding, of the bounty huntress in charge, of her assignment that had landed him in this complete and utter clusterfuck.

Disaster waiting for him on the other side of the door.

One bed and the last person he should climb into it with.

The runner he was chasing for her.

The bounty he was falling for.