Her Off-Limits Bodyguards

Three bodyguards move into her house to keep her safe from a stalker. The men have been friends for years. She assumes she'll be the thing that breaks them apart. Instead, they fold her in. There's no jealousy, no one asking her to choose.

I find an orchid on my car seat, and a note in handwriting I've read too many times. It’s from a man who's decided I belong to him.

I don't get a say in the bodyguards.

Thomas takes the room with the clearest line to my door and watches me like I'm the only thing worth guarding. Brady claims my kitchen, my father's recipes, and somehow my entire sense of humor inside a week. Damian leaves a warm mug outside my door before I'm even awake.

Thomas is the first man to hold me on purpose in longer than I'll admit, relearning what his hands are for. Brady is loud and generous. Damian is attentive and devotional.

Being wanted by all three isn't a violation. It's a homecoming.

The man hunting me is escalating, with surrogates at my gate, lies in the tabloids, a plan to destroy the careers of the only three people I can't live without.

But I've stopped performing. I've stopped rehearsing the smaller life I was supposed to settle for.

I won't abandon any of them. Why choose one ending when I can have the whole house?