The GRUMPY Bodyguard
My grumpy neighbor who hates everyone just appointed himself my bodyguard, and he doesn't even know I'm supposed to be dead.
The brooding ex-military man next door barely grunts when I bring him midnight cinnamon rolls when he moves in..
Grant Bishop wants nothing to do with my sunshine personality nor anyone else in little La Jolla, California.
Then he catches me trembling after someone calls me Lily Richardson, the billionairess who died three years ago.
Now as my official bodyguard, he watches my house from the bushes like some overprotective gargoyle.
A power outage forces him into my grand home. He makes popcorn on a camping stove while I fall asleep.
He blocks a thief at the market without blinking.
His hand reassures mine when Montgomery's yacht appears in the La Jolla harbor. You see, Montgomery has sailed through the Panama Canal from the East Coast to hunt me down.
The powerful man I've been hiding from for three years just docked his mega-yacht two miles away from my La Jolla, California home!
On a Catalina Island jaunt to test if Montgomery will follow, we enjoy the isle's magnificance. Grant shares his mint chip ice cream even though I mock his choice. That's when I finally realize I've fallen for my grumpy protector, and he for me.
But if my man Grant can't protect me from Montgomery, I'm sunk.
