You look disappointed to see me, Zach,” Macey teased. “Don’t you like my jacket?

There are many ways a self-respecting (not to mention sane) teenage girl might react to having a teenage boy suddenly in her bedroom in the middle of the night.Hit.Panic.Flail.Freeze.

How did you know about Boston? Why are you working with Mr. Solomon now? Are you my friend or are you my enemy, Zach? Or, wait, let me guess, you can’t tell me.

I wanted to pull away, remind him that I was a big girl, a highly trained operative, a spy – that I’d been training for this mission my entire life, and I wasn’t going to...