NO ONE COULD HANDLE THE MAFIA BOSS’S DAUGHTER—UNTIL A WAITRESS WALKED INTO THE CHAOS AND DID THE IMPOSSIBLE

evening, after Josiah had helped Mia build a sprawling couch fort, an absurd and laughter-filled activity that would have been unthinkable a month earlier, he found Willow in the kitchen making tea.

“I fired the accountant today,” Josiah said casually, leaning against the marble island.

Willow looked up.

“Why?”

“He suggested we transition to a standard continue reading …