I disarm bombs for a living. Feelings are a different kind of explosive.
When Tidewater’s communication systems are hacked and classified training schedules leak, Lennox “Nox” Bradshaw is brought in to fix it. She’s brilliant, sharp-tongued, and allergic to authority.
Then she uncovers something worse than a breach—malware designed to cripple the base during a live joint exercise.
And when she gets too close to the truth, someone plants a bomb in her quarters.
I’m the one who responds to the blast.
I’m also the one who decides she’s moving into my beachside cottage until we stop whoever’s behind this.
The threat isn’t just digital. It’s inside the perimeter. A former Navy cryptologic tech with a vendetta—and help from someone on base.
If the malware triggers, comms fail. Security collapses. Operators die.
Nox trusts her code. I trust my hands.
But forced proximity has a way of burning through defenses.
I’m not afraid of explosives.
I’m afraid of wanting the one woman I might not be able to save.
