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

said. “Mind if I sit here while you look? The floor is surprisingly comfortable.”

Thunder boomed again.

Mia flinched hard, pressing herself against the wall like she wanted to vanish.

“You know,” Willow began softly, “when I was about your age, I hated storms. We lived in this terrible tiny apartment on the fifth floor. The roof leaked, and the wind made continue reading …