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

to me. Muscles, joints, pressure, pain, recovery. Those were systems I understood.

So there I was in the middle of the room, wearing a sports bra and leggings, arms lifted, humming some stupid song stuck in my head, when the door opened.

No knock.

No warning.

Just opened.

And there he was.

Dominic Cain.

At six in the morning.

Standing in my doorway like a continue reading …