Under His Watch

I live loud on purpose.

The money, the men, the relentless, glittering parties: they are the smoke screen. It keeps people from asking the wrong questions. It keeps my father's secrets buried where they belong.

Until the man next door starts watching me like he already knows the answers.

Ethan Drake is dangerous in a quiet way. Military calm. Sharp eyes. Hands that look like they've learned how to hold both weapons and women. Every interaction between us feels like a game neither of us wants to admit we're playing.

I don't know if he was sent to protect me...
or if I'm the target.

But the closer he gets, the harder it is to remember why I should stay away.