I’m not a protector.
I’m a damaged ex-con.
The last thing I need is an innocent little thing thinking I’m her happily ever after.
She’s naive and pure, the kind of woman a man like me doesn’t deserve, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t notice the way that uniform hugs her petite curves.
The moment she slipped me her number, It snapped me back to reality and those dirty fantasies went right in the trash along with her number.
So, I kept my distance—until that night.
Saving her felt like redemption from my past.
Falling for her was where I screwed up.
