THE MAFIA BOSS OPENED THE WRONG DOOR—AND SAW THE ONE WOMAN HE WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO WANT

spell, but even for me, that was dramatic.

So I swallowed.

“He’s my mom’s friend,” I said. “Like an uncle to me.”

The words came out half choked.

Half lie.

Because Dominic Cain was never really my uncle. He was just the man my mother insisted I call Uncle Dom when I was a child because explaining the truth was impossible.

He was the mysterious man who appeared continue reading …