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

on, some basketball game neither of them cared about. Selene set her bag near the couch and started toward the bedroom.

Grant’s hand caught her wrist.

Not hard.

Not yet.

“Don’t walk away from me.”

“I’m tired, Grant.”

“I don’t care.”

His grip tightened.

“You ignored me all day. Stayed late without calling. Came home acting like I’m the problem.”

“I’m not acting continue reading …