My Sister Hid Her Boyfriend Inside My Marketing Firm Until Her Dinner Party

of the espresso machine.

Erin had her laptop open before I even sat down. “Tell me the name of the shop again.”

“The Velvet Hanger,” I said, setting my purse on the floor.

Erin typed quickly, her fingers flying over the keyboard. “Here it is. Registered to Melissa Bennett three years ago. The physical address matches the shop on Newbury Street.”