She hired a bodyguard. She doesn't know who she invited into her life. Basia Langford. Governor's daughter. >The threats against her aren't empty. I've seen what men like this do. I've buried their victims. That's why I live by one rule-stay detached. Protect the client. Don't touch. Don't feel. Don't want . But Basia makes that impossible. She argues. She teases. She tests every limit until I'm seconds from breaking. And when the stalker gets too close, she stops being a job. >She thinks I'm just her security detail. She doesn't realize I've already mapped every inch of her life- >I'll put my body between hers and every threat that breathes. >Because the moment she stepped into my sights, she stopped being my assignment. She became my purpose. My temptation. My sin. Mine .
