I once made the mistake of falling for a client, and it nearly cost me my career. Jaded and disgraced, I used my attitude as armor so it could never happen again. Until I was assigned to protect Lofton Beck. Hollywood’s golden girl had a stalker on her tail—and two dead bodyguards. She was a nightmare from the start. Didn’t follow orders. Had no concept of boundaries. Worst of all, she was so damn gorgeous I couldn’t build my walls strong enough to keep her out. As the threats escalated, we were forced into hiding at her family’s farm. Keeping my distance became impossible with her sleeping in the room next door. Somewhere between our early mornings together and the quiet moments when the world disappeared, it became clear her stalker wasn’t the most dangerous part of the assignment. Protecting her was never the problem. Falling for her could cost me everything.