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

heard footsteps behind her.

She turned.

Grant stood in the stairwell doorway.

Unshaven. Bloodshot. Wrinkled. Smiling that same soft smile he used before everything went wrong.

“Baby,” he said. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“Stay away from me.”

“I just want to talk.”

“There’s a restraining order.”

“I don’t care about that. I care about us.”

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