He was hired to keep her alive. No one warned him he'd want to keep her.
Wren Callahan inherited three things when her father died: a falling-down house on the coast, a box of documents she was never meant to find, and, three weeks later, a black SUV parked outside her apartment that wasn't there to protect her.
Sawyer Kane doesn't take personal protection jobs anymore — not since the one that went wrong. But when an old friend calls in a favor for a woman whose father's death wasn't the accident it looked like, Sawyer breaks his own rule. Get her somewhere no one can find her. Keep his hands to himself. Keep this professional.
He manages exactly four days.
Trapped together in an isolated safehouse while the men hunting Wren close in, professional distance becomes impossible. Sawyer is disciplined, lethal, and utterly unwilling to let anything touch what's become his to protect — and Wren, terrified and furious and done being handled, refuses to be anyone's assignment. The more she pushes, the more he unravels. The more he unravels, the more she realizes the danger isn't only outside the safehouse walls.
Because the documents her father hid don't just implicate a stranger. They lead somewhere Sawyer never wanted her to look — and by the time she does, walking away from him isn't just heartbreak. It's the only way either of them survives what's coming.
He said he'd keep her safe. He never said he'd let her go.