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

who’s already lost everything that matters. Now why am I here?”

Josiah stared at her for a long moment.

Then the dangerous edge in his eyes dulled, replaced by something like reluctant respect.

He turned away, crossed to a crystal decanter, and poured himself two fingers of amber liquor.

“I am offering you a job,” he said. “You will live here. You will continue reading …