THE MAFIA BOSS SAW HER LIMPING IN A BOARDROOM—AND ASKED THE ONE QUESTION HER BOYFRIEND FEARED MOST

jaw tight. He was handsome in the effortless way that had once made her feel chosen. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Green eyes that could look warm when he wanted them to.

Right now, they were cold.

“You’re late.”

“Work ran over.”

“You didn’t answer my texts.”

“I was busy.”

He stepped aside to let her in.

The apartment smelled like takeout and beer. The TV was continue reading …