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

” she called brightly. “Hey, sweetie, wind’s dying down. Let’s reel it in.”

“But it’s so high!”

“I know. But we’ve got a special surprise waiting at home.”

It was a lie, but a smooth one.

Willow reached Mia and took her hand. Her grip was a little too tight, but she needed the anchor.

Marcus appeared at her shoulder, face thunderous.

“We have a problem.”

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