Threats aren't easily eliminated when they retreat into the shadows. I always liked Trace Wyatt but I never claimed to "like him and " like him. Yet somehow we made a mistake. Something involving too much alcohol, raging hormones, and an Elvis preacher. The bottom line is I need to undo that mistake because I truly suck at relationships.As one of WD Security's team of personal security guards, I'm very good at kicking butt (in flats or high heels) and spotting danger from a mile away, but what just happened in Vegas? I never saw that coming. Not just the bullet that got a little too close for comfort, but that other thing I'd like to forget. The one that has my partner, Mr. Wyatt, all up in my biz.Meanwhile, our prime directive is protecting the enigmatic, insanely rich Harvey Masterson from an anonymous stalker. This should be almost routine for Trace and me. But this one is relentless, lurking somewhere inside Harvey's circle of wealthy cronies and determined to peel away every last layer of his protection, starting with us.