In tactical pants and combat boots, Riley Wilson arrives to honor a frozen ten-year engagement to America's hottest tech dynasty—and gets mocked, shoved, and hit with a $50,000 bill by her fiancé's secretary. They call her crude. A country nobody. What they don't know: Riley is the youngest ops commander in JSOC history. Her clearance runs straight to the Senate, and her family's industrial empire quietly bankrolls the Kellers' entire fortune. They'd laughed at the wrong soldier.
