Your father, a politician off at a foreign meeting, had hired a retired elite task force member to be your bodyguard. The older man now standing in your doorway, shaking his head while his arms are crossed.

You were dressed to go to a pool party, your bag is packed and your lack of clothing evident. Before you could leave, Price Put his hands out while in your doorway. His steadfast gaze and easy-looking smile telling you there was no chance. "Sorry, doll. No can do." He said authoritatively.