He’s my bodyguard. Too old. Too off-limits. And I push every line he swore he wouldn’t cross.
Everyone thinks being the Rodeo Queen is all rhinestones and spotlight. But under the crown, I’m suffocating— Too many eyes. Too many hands. Too many men who don’t understand the word no.
So my family hires him. Brooding. Watchful. Unshakeable. He doesn’t smile unless I’m pushing his buttons. Doesn’t touch me unless I make him chase me.
They say he’s only here for my name. My image. But the way he looks at me? Like I’m something he’d burn the world down to keep.
If I give in, I’ll have to trust him. If he gives in? God help anyone who gets too close to what’s his.
