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When Poppy Lane’s boutique is broken into, her neighbour Jack Doyle— ex-military, now semi-retired bodyguard with arms like stone and patience like smoke—insists she’s not staying there alone. He’s gruff, ex-security, freshly moved back to town, and allergic to small talk.

But nights on his sofa turn into mornings with coffee and teasing that feels like foreplay. Jack’s supposed to keep watch, not fall for the woman who smells like jasmine and trouble.

When the threat escalates...
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When Poppy Lane’s boutique is broken into, her neighbour Jack Doyle— ex-military, now semi-retired bodyguard with arms like stone and patience like smoke—insists she’s not staying there alone. He’s gruff, ex-security, freshly moved back to town, and allergic to small talk.

But nights on his sofa turn into mornings with coffee and teasing that feels like foreplay. Jack’s supposed to keep watch, not fall for the woman who smells like jasmine and trouble.

When the threat escalates, he moves her for “safety.” One bed, one week, zero distance. The fire that’s been simmering burns—and neither of them want it to end.
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