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

cost more than my car, staring at the ceiling and trying to decide whether to run before Dominic came home.

Not Uncle Dom.

Dominic.

I had to start thinking of him as Dominic because I was twenty-four years old now, not the little girl with blonde curls who used to sit in his lap without understanding why my mother watched the windows whenever he visited.continue reading …