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

curled around the counter.

“You’re in the wrong shop.”

He tipped his head slightly.

“Am I? I was told Gavin Quinn liked to keep records close to home when he stopped trusting where he worked.”

Every instinct told her to play confused.

Dismissive.

Insulted.

Anything but interested.

“I think someone wasted your trip.”

“Maybe.”

His eyes moved to the gardenias by continue reading …