Growing up in a group home with my two brothers taught me one lesson early: if you want someone safe, you protect them yourself.

Now I'm the CEO of one of the most successful security companies in the world. I like structure, control, and knowing exactly what's going to happen next.

When my best friend asks me to provide security for his engagement party, I agree as a favor. I expect an easy job.

Instead, I meet Ruby Smith, who treats my rules like optional suggestions.
I'm used to being obeyed. Ruby clearly doesn't plan on doing that. Not even a little.
>Looking after Ruby becomes instinct, and that's a problem.
Because she makes me want things I've spent years convincing myself I don't need.
But the closer I get to her, the harder it becomes to remember why I built those walls in the first place.