Save Me

I can sum up the biggest mistakes of my life in two words: Leo Taylor.
Two years ago, I broke up with Britain's hottest TV heartthrob on a post-it note.
And then I vanished. On purpose. Now he hates me, and with good reason.
I thought I'd gotten his piercing blue eyes out of my system, but then I took a once-off job to be his bodyguard.
That was my first mistake.
Leo got badly injured on my watch, and now he's got broken bones and memory loss. It's my fault he got hurt, so it has to be me to care for him while he recuperates in Madrid–as far from the British press as possible.
That was my second mistake.
I genuinely believed I could keep things between us strictly professional.
Except.
Except I've missed coming home to him
Am I crazy to hope that all the reasons he has to loathe me have been permanently wiped from his memory?
I don't think my heart can survive walking away from him again.