The last thing Rowan needs is a protector in the Russian mob. I don't do relationships. Falling for boys is a surefire way to get yourself killed in the mob. Better to avoid men with bashful smiles at all costs. Except one day, I see a young man named Rowan eating ice cream at my brother's engagement party. He's my brother's fiancé's best friend, and everything from the socks on his feet to the dorky lanyard around his neck calls out to my internal protector. Before I can stop myself, I write a note offering him a one-month stint as my housekeeper in my Manhattan penthouse. But there's something Rowan doesn't know. The agreement ends in thirty days... But once I let Rowan into my dangerous world, there’s no way I’ll let him go.