You’d think a guy could get some peace and quiet to brace himself for the storm to come, but my President wants me to babysit the loose cannon. The Ranger. She’s tough as nails, hotter than hell, and she’s sleeping in my bed. But she’s off limits and is not to be trusted. With the enemy closing in and the noose tightening around my neck, I deserve a bit of fun. Don’t I? What’s the worst that could happen?