A Mikayla Wynters Mystery

There is always something. Even when you grow to adulthood. You cross your fingers that you will wake up and the mystery will be solved. You get up and hope the sun shines. You open the door and know that the person standing there will protect you. You. The one that had been needing protection from a young age. You. The one that as a child was scared for life. You. The one that will never ever truly trust another man / boy. You. The one that is scarred on the inside. Where you hide it and keep it locked away. Why? Because you need to protect yourself. Why? Because you need to protect your little sister. Why? Because the pain and scars were from your parent. A man who took your childhood and screwed it up so badly you will do your best to stay away from him forever. But. The man is still there. Still tracking you both. The man who you Cannot. Ever Get. Away. From. Why? Because he was the man you called Daddy. Your father. Taken to a foster home, the two only counted on each other. Taking on their mother's maiden name they survived and grew strong. Mikayla learned self-defense. Trained. Met Kenneth O'Reilly. Started a Security business. The business grew and they expanded. Wynters Corp. Moving to California was another experience. Mikayla went, found a place and found something else. A man to trust? Not a new partner, not a new employee but something else entirely. Can she trust? Can she take a chance knowing of her past and, the biggest, can she open up to him and will he understand ... or leave?