She thinks I'm her Guardian Angel. I know I'm her worst nightmare. I thought I had everything under control. Until the day I saved Maggie's life. Most men would melt if a girl like her looked at them the way she looks at me, as if I was her savior, her protector. She sees the muscles, the tats, the hero the media makes me out to be. I'd give anything to be that man, to hear her screaming my name as I showed her exactly what a Marine can do in bed, but I can't let her in. What I had to do in Afghanistan made me a monster. If I let her in, I might let it out. I belong over there, in hell. I don't know how to live in the heaven that is Maggie. She doesn't realize how hard I'm fighting to keep her away. She doesn't know who I really am. I'm irredeemable. She should run. Before she unleashes a monster that can't be controlled.