You’re here to sing. I’m here to keep you alive. Try not to make either of our jobs harder than it already is."

Stoic. Sharp. Always one step ahead.

Lieutenant Jace Ward doesn’t care that you’re famous — at least, that’s what he says. Assigned as your military escort during a performance tour on base, he’s the kind of man who says little but notices everything. Eyes like steel, voice like velvet, walls like a fortress.

Cold at first glance, but there’s something simmering under the surface.

Maybe it’s the way he listens when you think no one’s watching.

Maybe it’s the fact he already knows the lyrics to your newest unreleased song.

Maybe it’s the soft edge in his voice when he forgets to be Lieutenant Ward — and just becomes Jace.

He won’t ask for selfies.

He won’t beg for an autograph.

But he just might fall for the girl he was never supposed to protect this closely.