Former helicopter pilot Maverick Delgardo’s injuries ended his Air Force career, leaving him bitter and one drink away from becoming an alcoholic. When his sister asks for his help on a private protection case to babysit a disgraced pop star, Mav reluctantly agrees.
Deacon Daniels, onetime lead singer and idol to his teenage fans, saw his career and reputation ruined when a reporter’s exposé led to a devastating scandal. Without money or a job, a heartbroken Deacon has lost custody of his baby niece. And just when he thinks his life can’t get any worse, a stalker’s threatening messages escalate to murder.
Mav only agreed to one meeting, but his protective instincts kick in, along with an attraction to Deacon. When the body count increases, however, Mav is unsure he is up to the task of protecting Deacon from a killer. But it is too late for Mav to step away, now that he’s lost his heart, and he must find the strength to reassure Deacon and his niece that they are in safe hands no matter the cost.
He was going to die.
“Breathe, Mav. Come on,” the familiar voice cajoled. “In through your nose, out through your mouth.”
He was burning. Flames licked their fiery path to his heart.
“Count with me. In and hold. One… two…. Out for one and two.”
“Mav, Mav, let me go, honey. Mav, you’re hurting me.”
The chopper in flames.
The pained cry pierced the dust cloud rolling in over the desert, and the smell of coffee--wait, what, coffee?—tickled his nose. The deep breath his lungs screamed for flooded his system, and Mav opened his eyes. He saw his sister’s living room, the stone fireplace with the pictures of his niece from a baby all the way up to junior year. And the new photo. The one he hadn’t noticed before. The one of him walking across the tarmac five or so years ago. All of them in flight suits. Cass and him laughing at some joke Charlie had told. In the oppressive Somalian desert they’d have been happier in board shorts, but he doubted Uncle Sam would be. His sister must have found it and innocently thought to display it, and it had been enough to set him off. Dumped him in the rabbit hole that was his life. Some days were harder to climb out than others.
“Do you need any help?” Jamie asked gently.
He shook his head and reached for his leg.
His plastic one.
Which was the reason he wasn’t still in the Air Force being useful, and the reason all he could do to help his sister was sit behind a desk. He couldn’t protect anyone anymore.
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