When I moved to Pelican Bay to set up a new security company as a fugitive recovery specialist, I didn’t expect to find my next-door neighbor trying to break into her aunt’s house.
I also didn’t expect her to have random henchmen harassing her for diamonds she insists she doesn’t have.
Tabitha Thompson is running from an abusive ex-boyfriend, and I desperately want to help. As a former Navy SEAL, I have the skills necessary to deal with almost any idiot willing to give his girlfriend a black eye. The trouble is my desire to protect her goes way beyond casual. But Tabitha pulls back when I show her I’m interested. Is it just my bad luck with women, or did her ex’s abuse cause her to distrust all men?