Life is pretty good for Clove; he's miles away from where he was a year ago. He has a roof over his head, food in his stomach, safety, security--even a job. And nothing means more to him than pleasing his boss . . . nothing. He wants Marcel, though the man is way out of his league. If Clove can't have Marcel's heart, he wants to earn his respect, and when he receives his first solo task, he is ready. At least until the mission results in a dead body...