Mountain Protector

Some psycho my dad testified against just escaped from prison. I don't think I need protection. But, of course, my dad sends a bodyguard to my house anyway. Enter Clay Dover. The first time he walks through my door, I can't decide if I want to kick him out or stare at him all day. He's huge, intense, and follows me everywhere. He's also hot. Like really hot. I tell myself I'm annoyed. But the way my body heats when he's near tells a different story. The tension between us is electric, and I've caught him staring at my lips more than once. Now, I'm not just craving his protection. I'm craving him...