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

Some called him a businessman. Others called him something darker.

Selene only knew one thing.

He was not looking at her the way men usually did.

He was reading her.

“I tripped,” she said. “Clumsy.”

Luca’s eyes did not blink.

“People trip forward. You’re protecting your ribs.”

The lie died in her mouth.

For months, Selene had perfected the art of being believable.continue reading …