Perfect Disaster by Eve R. Hart

Austin
Everything was going great. I’d found my home and a purpose with a team I trusted as much as I could trust anyone.
We moved in the shadows, saving lives and bringing down the most vile of humanity, sometimes quite permanently.
The problem with working in the shadows was that it only took one person to expose us.
Which was how I found myself protecting Agent Ford Priestley when he was falsely accused by the very agency he worked for. It went against everything in me because all I wanted to do was make myself scarce when it came to the FBI.
He was the last person I wanted to be faced with.
But Ford Priestley knew about the team, and we couldn’t risk someone uncovering his link to us if he were caught, so I had no choice but to play bodyguard.
I tried to keep my walls up. I really did. But there’s no hiding from your past when the person you’re hiding with knows every ugly detail about who you are.