He had received his orders to ship out to Boudoir, Ennui that morning in the mail. It was the same day that he'd found the woman to pull his chain in just the right way. He gingerly ran his fingers over his government issued tags. The military owned his body, but Vinita had captured his heart. The country of Ennui was in trouble. Calvin was a prisoner on home soil, and orders or not, he didn't want to be freed.