Spies Don't Fall for Their Neighbor

It started with a water leak. It spiraled into spy-level chaos.

In my defense, I wasn't trying to spy on Owen. I was just curious about the handsome, tool-belt-wearing guy with the easy smile and perfectly scruffy face who moved into the townhome next door. But then a water line breaks, the wall between my kitchen and Owen's gets taken down, and suddenly I'm experiencing next-door-neighboring at an alarmingly close range. I spend my days behind a computer screen helping intelligence operativ...