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

far more dangerous.

Curiosity.

Not casual interest.

Not gratitude.

Burning, focused curiosity.

He looked at Willow not like she was a waitress, but like she was an anomaly. A puzzle. Something impossible that had just happened in front of him, and now he needed to understand why.

The envelope appeared in Willow’s locker at the end of her shift the next day.continue reading …