Yeah, I’m hiding.

I hardly leave my apartment.

My luck sucks, though.

On a rare night out, I get attacked.

By a stranger—not the man I’m hiding from.

Now my picture is on the news.

I need help. I’m desperate.

There’s only one man who might be able to protect me.

A man I met yesterday.

Dangerous. Tattooed. Muscular. Hot.

Out of my league.

But I’m not looking for a lover; I’m looking for a bodyguard.

I hated leaving her alone in her apartment.

She’s bruised and battered, and her arm is broken.

But I couldn’t insist she let me stay.

She doesn’t know me.

I met her by accident and gave her a ride. That’s all.

Who am I kidding?

I was drawn to her in an instant.

And I didn’t exactly leave her alone. Hell no.

I watched her building all night.

It’s been a long time since I’ve had someone to nurture.

Maybe it’s time to take a chance.

And she just walked through the front door…