The Bodyguard Unmasked

“Didn't I tell you not to follow me?” Valerie knitted her brows. The reddened mark left by the tight grip on her porcelain-white wrist was easily noticeable.

When Donovan held up her hand to take a closer look, his eyes—hidden behind his sunglasses—brimmed with sympathy.

As one of her fringes fell to her cheeks from behind her ear, she looked like a lost pet that was perpetually in need of protect