Protecting her was my job. Falling for her was inevitable.

When I started my job as Daphne DeVille's new head of security, I was expecting a nightmare. I already had an eight-year-old daughter at home. The last thing I needed was to be a babysitter for a spoiled brat who had fired half of her crew in the middle of a tour.

And then I met her, and she was the complete opposite of everything I expected: sweet, down-to-earth, and even a little shy. In an industry dominated by fake, she was refreshingly real.

Daphne was a job. Just another person I was supposed to protect. But, as I fought to keep her safe from the obsessed stalker who was following her concert tour, the line between personal and professional quickly started to blur.

How was I supposed to keep her at arm's length when what I really wanted to do was just keep her in my arms?

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