THE LITTLE GIRL ASKED TO SIT WITH A STRANGER—BUT HER MOTHER NEVER EXPECTED THE MAFIA BOSS TO RECOGNIZE HER FACE

coat pockets.

“Lily,” Clara said. “Come here for a minute. Mommy and Damen want to talk to you.”

Lily put the red leaf in her cardigan pocket and sat cross-legged in the cool grass.

Her chin lifted.

Her face open.

“Are you and Damen getting married?”

Damen almost choked on his own breath.

“No, sweetheart,” Clara said quickly. “Not that. Something else.”

Damen continue reading …