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

help.”

“I didn’t offer help,” Luca said, returning to his desk. “I offered a job. The offer expires Monday.”

Friday night, everything broke.

Selene came home at 7:30.

Grant was already drunk.

She smelled the whiskey before she saw the bottle.

“Where were you?” he demanded.

“Work.”

“Liar.”

“Grant—”

“Who is he?”

“There’s no one.”

“Liar!”

He crossed the room in three continue reading …