Guarding a rockstar’s body sounded simple until I saw the body.
Shane Hart is supposed to be lying low before his summer comeback show in Sunbreak Harbor.
Instead, he’s barefoot where he shouldn’t be, shirtless when I need to think, and allergic to every security protocol I give him. I’m Cassidy O’Shea, Sunbreak Security’s least impressed bodyguard.
My job is to keep him alive, out of crowds, and away from whoever is threatening to drag his worst night back into the spotlight. Easy.
Except Shane treats close protection like flirtation, danger like a dare, and my patience like his favorite thing to ruin.
Now the threats are getting closer, the crowds are getting thirstier, and I’m starting to understand why guarding his body feels a lot like losing control of mine.
