NO ONE COULD HANDLE THE MAFIA BOSS’S DAUGHTER—UNTIL A WAITRESS WALKED INTO THE CHAOS AND DID THE IMPOSSIBLE

tendencies.”

“She’s grieving,” Willow corrected softly.

The words slipped out before she could stop them.

Josiah’s eyes narrowed.

The room seemed to darken.

“Excuse me?”

Willow swallowed, but did not back down.

“Children don’t act like that because they’re bad. They act like that because they’re hurting, and they don’t have the vocabulary to explain it. You’re continue reading …