SHE PRETENDED TO BE A BAD GIRL TO ESCAPE A BLIND DATE — BUT THE MAFIA BOSS SAW THROUGH HER IN MINUTES

was too clean.

Too carefully placed.

Lenora turned back at once.

“What?”

“Gavin Quinn.”

Cold moved through her too fast to be called fear and too sharp to be anything else.

“Why?”

His face gave away almost nothing.

But the fact that he had chosen to say it now, at the end, inside the car, and not over dinner, told her the answer would not be harmless.

“Because continue reading …