I PULLED A MAFIA BOSS FROM A SINKING YACHT—24 HOURS LATER, HIS BODYGUARD BROUGHT $2 MILLION TO MY DOOR

of us.”

“Yeah,” I said, brushing hair from his forehead. “He really is.”

“You love him.”

It was not a question.

I did not deny it.

“Yeah. I do.”

“Good. He loves you too. I can tell by the way he looks at you. Like you’re the only thing in the room that matters.”

That night, I found Sandro in the family suite’s tiny kitchen, cooking pasta like it was the most continue reading …