Cathan is having the worst day of his life.
Problem One: He's supposed to be protecting the beautiful and curvy Josie Little, who just slammed the door in his face.
Problem Two: He can't leave because her brother hired him as Josie's bodyguard.
Problem Three (and this is the doozy): He's a panther shifter and that feisty woman is his mate.
He just wanted to do his job and keep her safe. Now he needs to convince her to spend the rest of her life with him. Easy, right? Only first he must find his way into her house and hope she doesn't send him packing. But when her brother reveals that there's more to this guarding job than he thought, Josie's tragic past is certain to end up becoming Cathan's problem too. He's sworn to keep his mate safe, even if doing so will change them both forever.
Reader note: contains a curvy, BBW heroine, a hot panther shifter, and destined mates
CHAPTER ONECathan Nemen was officially having the worst day of his relatively short life.He said “relatively” because at thirty-three, he wasn’t exactly young, but he wasn’t in the mood for semantics right now. Ya know, what with the bad day and all.He made a list in his head. He tended to do that. Helped him think.Problem One: The person he was hired to protect had literally slammed the door in his face.In. His. Face.Even now, sitting in his truck again, he still felt the wood against his damn nose. His hands clenched around his steering wheel and he growled low in his throat.He couldn’t remember the last time someone had shown him this kind of disrespect. Not that he blamed her, mind you. He was a giant at nearly six feet and five inches and had just showed up at her house uninvited. Why should she believe he had good intentions? He’d give her credit. She was smart. Still, it rubbed his fur the wrong way.Problem Two: He had no choice but to sit in his truck outside her house, looking like a stalker.This was so not going to look good for his whole “I’m actually here to protect you, please don’t send me away” story.It was a nice neighborhood too. Some of the houses had white picket fences and everything. Nice trimmed yards with lawn ornaments and Christmas lights already strung. They’d eventually notice the giant black truck parked on the road across from the single woman’s home.He would’ve, at least.Problem Three: He couldn’t just leave. She hadn’t paid him. Her brother had. Cathan and her brother went back about ten years, and the man was a lot like an older brother to him. Hell, Cathan probably owed her brother more than vice versa, but that man was all about paying back debts. And Greg had decided he owed Cathan a job. A nice-paying job guarding his sweet baby sister. Cathan wasn’t sure why she would need a shifter for protection, but hey, who was he to argue?Besides, Cathan needed food and that shit cost money. He was a growing boy after all.Problem Four (and this was the doozy): She was his mate. His. Mate. As in the one person in the world completely perfect for him in every damn way. She was made for him. He was made for her. They were meant to spend the rest of their lives together.He groaned, banging his head on the hard curve of his truck’s steering wheel. Just what he needed. His mate was in that house. Right now. Alone. And he was out here.There was no way in hell he was leaving now.She had the distinct misfortune of being the mate of a very protective panther shifter.He’d just have to make sure she knew it fast. Because he wasn’t going anywhere.