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

happy songs. Maybe we can try one while we clean up the books.”

Mia did not smile.

But she gave a microscopic nod.

Down the hall, in his office, Josiah watched the whole thing on the security cameras.

For the first time since his wife’s violent death, something terrifying bloomed in his chest.

Hope.

Three weeks into Willow’s employment, the fragile truce continue reading …