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

days.

Clean someone’s house, keep my head down, take the money, and breathe again.

The overdue tuition would be handled. The equipment I needed for my clinical internship would finally be paid for. My bank account would stop looking like a personal threat. For once, I could imagine getting through the semester without that tight panic in my chest every continue reading …