I plan to learn what makes her body tick. The more my fingers stroll along her curves causing sparks to fly, I realize the occasional hook-ups aren't enough. The physical chemistry is a bonus but just the tip of the iceberg. I want it all with Malaysia. I may work sixty-plus hours a week, but I'm never too tired to spend time with Malaysia. During the day I'm a brain surgeon. At night, I protect the streets of Boston from the scum of the earth who prey on the less fortunate. Can Malaysia handle my after-hours duties? Or will the weight of the danger prove to be too heavy?