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

bar carefully placed on Mia’s pillow.

Little offerings.

Cowardly.

Safe.

But real.

He was trying from a distance.

Then came the afternoon at Centennial Park.

It was a crisp Saturday, bright and beautiful, and Willow had insisted on getting Mia out of the suffocating estate. The park was crowded with families, joggers, tourists, and children. Marcus and two continue reading …