Protecting me is easy. Staying away from me isn’t.
My brother owed the wrong men money. I walked into the Rusty Nail to pay it off. A room full of dangerous men decided I was the payment instead. Then Cal Reeves stood up.
Ex-military and twice my age, built like the mountain he lives on. He gets me out before anyone can touch me and takes me up to his cabin, where the men hunting me can’t reach me.
Cal says he’s keeping me safe. But there’s nothing safe about the way he looks at me. Nothing careful about what happens every time he gets too close. He swore he’d protect me.
The trouble is, somewhere on that mountain, I stopped wanting to be safe and started wanting him.
