My brother's closest buddy is Mike, the next-door neighbor and tоtаl dоuсhebаg. He's too much for me to bear. In reality, I see a side of him that no one else does at night, so it's not entirely accurate. Each nighttime, Mike becomes my safe space, my guardian, and the one who takes away the ghosts of my abusive past and reunites every one of my broken pieces. His attitude is a mix of cheesy, cocky, lively and a playboy.   He's the very last guy you'd want to fall in love with because of his "screw and scram" lifestyle. I really wish someone had warned me that...

I took all this in within a second before my eyes went back to his. His gaze was raking over me slowly, his mouth slightly open as he took in every inch of me, making me want to squirm on the spot or run away as fast as my legs would carry me. Lust was written plain across his angelic features, and it made my stomach ache. I kept my expression neutral and quickly looked away to my father, who was watching me with tight eyes. Clearly he was uncomfortable after our little spat that had taken place in my bedroom this morning when he’d told me about this new guarding arrangement. “So, this is him then? The new near guard boyfriend,” I asked, saying the last word angrily. He nodded. “Yes, Jane. This is Agent Weller. Agent Weller, this is my daughter, Jane Spencer,” my dad answered, looking between the two of us warily. The beautiful stranger extended his right hand towards me. “Hi, Miss Spencer, I’m Kurt. It’s nice to meet you.”