Blue Falcon (Owens Protective Services)

They bet me she would turn my world upside down.

I took that bet.

There’s no way I’ll fall for the heiress who is more obsessed with her hair than her safety.

Yes, that’s the pot calling the kettle black.

I carry a comb on me at all times, and the guys love to razz me for it.

But looking good isn’t a crime.

So I’m a little obsessed with my hair.

Yes, I like good facial creams and moisturizers.

But no one ever got shot for holding a comb.

However, this woman could very well be the death of me.

Long legs, killer body, and the chemistry between us…

I can’t keep my hands off.

I’m bound to get fired.

And if it weren’t for this damn stalker sending her creepy letters, I might throw up my hands and walk away just to save my sanity.

But I have to be here.

And the longer I’m here, the more I’ve come to realize that there is no walking away.

I’m gonna lose that damn bet.