The Mountain Man Guardian (Summit Falls Protectors #7)

I wasn’t looking for a job. Definitely wasn’t looking for trouble.

Then she walked into Summit Falls—pop star princess with a target on her back and a smile that could start a war.

Harper West is hiding from a stalker, and for some reason, my protective instincts kicked in before my common sense could object. Now I’m her unofficial bodyguard, watching her every move, sleeping outside her door, telling myself this is professional.

It stopped being professional the first time she laughed at one of my jokes.

She’s famous. I’m a shadow who prefers to stay that way. She’s sunshine and sold-out stadiums. I’m threat assessments and exit strategies.

We don’t make sense. I know that.

But when she looks at me—not like I’m security, not like I’m staff, just like I’m a man she wants to know—I forget all the reasons this is a bad idea.

I’ve protected a lot of people. I’ve never wanted to keep one before.