It was more than just a one-night stand . . .
Chelsea, the woman I can't get out of my head six-months after our one and only night together, the woman I keep far away from because I know to my core that seeing her again is going to turn my life upside down, is missing. And there's no bloody way I'm trusting the Yanks to find her. MI6 and their orders be damned, I'm going after her. I'll fly to D.C., find my beautiful, stubborn, frustrating American, then get back to the head office in London for reassignment before they realize I'm missing. Simple. So why does that last part-leaving here, leaving her-feel like a punch to my gut? I'll have to worry about that later.