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

a suit with his tie loose, exhaustion darkening his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I just found it.”

“Sit.”

It was not a request.

I sat on the couch, holding the box like it had become something sacred.

Dominic sat in the armchair across from me, far enough not to touch, close enough for the room to feel too small.

“You want to know why your mother continue reading …