Annie's face scrunched up. "Wait, Asher? As in the Asher who built his own army overseas?"

"Yep, that's the one! Annie, you want to go after him? I can help you go

undercover."

Annie looked alarmed. "No way, I'm just a small-town cop. I've never had ambitions to go down in history."

Conner squeezed Annie's hand with a confident grin. "Doesn't matter. If you want to make history, I'll make sure it's written."

"You better not! Conner, you need to be the good guy here, or the engagement's off."

Conner frowned, "Come on, Annie, give me a break. Something a little easier?"

"Alright then, can you just be a decent person?"

Conner chuckled, "Of course."

As he spoke, he tried to pull her in for a hug and a kiss, but she swiftly opened the car door, "I'm heading home."

Conner pulled her back in and shut the door in one smooth move.

"Drive."

perked up at the command and got in,

Rayner's

taken to a dimly lit neighborhood in the dead

you worried about? Officially, you're a cop; messing with you

around, who'd dare lay a finger on you?" Conner

Annie: "......"

to make a break for it,

in, Annie began

a late-night

still open, a little nail shop, and some

reached an alley, Conner called out

bowls of dumpling soup,

no see." Old Andre beamed. "And who's this?"

hesitated to guess.

"My fiancée, Annie."

stools like the ones

down, "Annie, have a

Harry prepared the soup, he

the kids you're

the

daughter.

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