She Ran From Her Wedding… Straight Into Her Boss's Bed.
I ran from my own wedding.
Barefoot. Breathless. No plan.
Straight to the one man I had no business wanting.
Bishop Morgan.
My best friend's older brother.
Tattooed. Brooding. Dangerous in ways I'm only beginning to understand.
He takes me in.
Sets the rules.
Keeps his distance.
I'm supposed to go home.
I don't.
Months later I'm back—no ring, no groom, no apologies.
Working for him now. His employee. His problem.
The woman he can't stop watching while pretending he doesn't remember July.
Then two lines change everything.
The man who called it a mistake—who pushed me out before sunrise—is suddenly pulling me close.
His past is dangerous.
His enemies are circling.
And I'm the one thing he can't protect from a distance.
Bishop Morgan doesn't just want to keep me safe.
He wants to keep me.
The trouble is—
I want to stay.
