Tara has always been driven by her cause to protect the earth and nothing has ever distracted her from that mission—not even bullets flying at her. Not until burly, sexy, Clint came into her life. How else should a healthy woman react to a half-naked former SEAL doing yoga in her living room? Having a gorgeous man and precocious six-year-old fledgling environmentalist living with her is knocking Tara off her game. She doesn’t have time for all these warm, fuzzy feelings reluctantly filling her heart. Her only focus should be on passing a bill that will protect the local environment, not on the man who makes her blood run hot and her heart go into overdrive. She can’t help wondering if this attraction is a distraction from her cause, or a clear path to happiness?
The real peril, though, is Tara’s mysterious enemy, who could tear them apart before she can discover if what they have is forever…
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EXCERPT
Chapter One
Today was a bad day.
Ex-SEAL turned private-security-for-hire Clint Buckman liked to think he was prepared for anything, but no way had he expected this.
“Mr. Buckman, I’m sorry,” said Viola Winters, the twenty-something nanny he’d hired to care for his six-year-old daughter, Ashley. She had his daughter in tow—and despite her words, she didn’t actually sound sorry at all. “This isn’t what I signed up for,” she continued.
Well, that made two of them, then.
Clint tore his eyes away from his current task, keeping watch over the beautiful woman who was stepping up to the mic on stage at the outdoor rally, and focused instead on the irate young woman pitching a fit in front of him. “What’s wrong?”
“I had to dig your daughter out of that stinky compost pile again and she yelled at me about climate change and saving the planet and my mother’s sick and in the hospital and I’m not there and—”
“That’s not true, Daddy,” Ashley said, cutting her off. “I was raking the compost like you’re supposed to for aeration and next thing I know, she comes up and starts yelling at me.”
The two of them started bickering, but Clint tuned out from that point, his brain switching into fixer mode. He’d known Viola probably wasn’t a good fit for them, with her preppy clothes and persnickety ways, but he’d been desperate. He and the guys had made a success of their security agency, Southern Soldiers of Fortune, but after almost five years of rapid growth, they’d had to make some big investments recently—hiring on more staff to handle the caseload, renting larger offices, increasing their training standards—and none of that came cheap. They were all investments that would pay off in the long run…but for now, finances were tight, and they couldn’t afford to turn down any jobs, including this current one. Granted, playing bodyguard to activists wasn’t his usual MO, but hey. It paid well, so yeah.
But that had meant he needed to find someone to watch Ashley while he worked and Viola had been the only candidate the nanny service had who was willing to start immediately.
Dammit. His target, Tara Crumb, finished her speech on-stage and walked off to applause from the crowd. He tracked her as she weaved her way through the crowd toward him, the caramel-colored streaks in her long brown hair glinting in the sunshine. There went any hopes of getting the argument with Viola wrapped up before Tara caught him in this unprofessional mess.
“Mr. Buckman,” the nanny said, drawing his attention to her again. “I quit.”
Well, shit.
“How’d I do?” Tara asked him as she reached their group, her smile bright and expectant.
For a moment, all Clint could do was blink at her, his usual ordered mind swirling with chaos. Damn, she was pretty. Under different circumstances, Tara Crumb would have been just his type. Except he didn’t date assignments. Hell, truth be told, he didn’t date anyone. His relationship with Ashley’s mom had been just a brief fling—he hadn’t even known it had resulted in a baby until he’d gotten the call from Child Protective Services that the mother had abandoned the baby and that he was listed as the father.
“Mr. Buckman, is everything okay?” Tara asked, her pretty hazel eyes filled with concern.
He opened his mouth to answer, but Viola cut him off.
“Goodbye, Mr. Buckman,” she said, before flouncing off through the crowd, her phone to her ear as she called the nanny service or her mother or someone other than him. At least her brusque tone helped jar him out of his thoughts.
“Uh, sorry,” he said, trying to cover. “I was dealing with a personal matter.”
“Your speech was great!” Ashley said to Tara. “I’m an environmentalist too!”
“You are?” Tara crouched to put herself at eye level with his daughter, the flowy, ankle-length gauze of her dress gathering around her in the breeze and showing off a set of long, tanned legs. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and grinned. “That’s awesome! And thanks for listening to my speech.”
“No problem,” Ashley said, then tugged on Clint’s hand. “Daddy, I’m thirsty.”
Great. So much for having an easy day. He’d mistakenly thought watching a bunch of tree huggers would be a walk in the park, no pun intended, but now he had to juggle taking care of his daughter with doing his job. He risked failing at both and that wasn’t an option.
Clint didn’t fail. Couldn’t fail. He’d been there, done that. Had the deep emotional scars to prove it.
“Daddy’s working right now, sweetie. Let me text the guys in the green room to see if they can take you.”
He’d just messaged Noah and Levon, when the nightmare continued.
“I have to tinkle too,” Ashley said, crossing her legs awkwardly. “Bad!”
Yep. Couldn’t ask the guys to
