It’s easy to score when your day job’s saving lives.
Miami Beach—sun, sand, and string bikinis. Easy pickings. I guard hard, I go home, I get off. Simple.
Until Winter washes ashore.
I pull her from the water clinging to life, scared out of her mind. She won’t tell me what happened, but I know real fear when I see it.
I’m not going to push her for answers, but I am going to keep her safe. She’s mine now, which means I’m going to protect her at all costs.
Savior complex be damned.