Spring Break with a Bodyguard: A Grumpy Sunshine Romance

Three weeks. A fake name. And the one man who knows it.

I'm a Hollister. For three weeks I'm Theresa Holden, and I clean rooms for a living.

My family owns this hotel. Nobody at The Sandpiper knows that, and that's exactly the point. I've spent my whole life being charming and expensive and useless, and I want to know what this company actually costs the people holding it up. Fake name. Fake glasses. A cart with a wheel that squeals down every corridor.

What I didn't plan on was the new guy on security.

Javi Conrad is eight years out of Naval Special Warfare, built like a closed door, and the only person in the building who knows who I really am, because my cousin put him here to watch me. He's paid to keep me safe and report back. Nobody's paying him to look at me the way he does in the stairwell where the cameras don't reach.

Then guests start losing things, and every name on the incident reports belongs to a housekeeper. One of them has worked for my family for fifteen years.

I can stop it. All I have to do is walk into a lobby full of cameras and admit that everything they know about me is a lie.