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

by their plate, their glass, their napkin, anything except the infamous Josiah and the screaming child beside him.

Josiah’s jaw clenched so hard Willow could see the muscle jump from thirty feet away.

He tried to guide Mia toward a secluded corner booth, his large hand awkwardly gripping her small shoulder. He was not hurting her. That was obvious. But continue reading …