It wasn't his protection that I needed.
My name is Tris Kane and I'm so done with college and this whole town and the leash my gangster father wrapped around my life at birth.
Oh yeah, and let's not forget Tanner Hayes, my father's all muscle watchdog who lives in my shadow. He's my so-called bodyguard.
I don't need a f*cking bodyguard! And I hate his rugged deliciousness.
Tanner barely ever speaks, yet I can't stop thinking about him. He's always there.
It just makes me want to scream.
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