All I wanted was a break–two weeks off from being Pixie Hart, country music sensation, and fourteen days of peace, privacy, and solitude as plain old Kelly Jo Sullivan.

But thanks to some overzealous paparazzi, my family refuses to let me go anywhere alone, and I'm stuck sharing this tiny cabin with a tall, dark, and bearded bodyguard.

𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁? 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗱.

Well, he can couch it.

Xander Buckley might be hotter than a stolen blow torch, and I get that he's a former Navy SEAL and all, but the man gives new meaning to the words overbearing, overprotective, bossy alpha male. I can't even post a photo on social media without him warning me it's not safe, or take a morning jog without him following behind.

But he's made it clear that what he says goes, and if I don't like it, I can kiss my vacation goodbye.

Instead, I end up kissing him.

I don't even know how it happened–one minute we were at each other's throats, the next we were at each other's mercy. What's even more shocking is how good we are together. He understands my need for freedom, and I understand his need for control.

But emotional trust doesn't come easily to me. And we're on two completely different paths.

𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗜'𝗱 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀.

𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁.