SHE PRETENDED TO BE A BAD GIRL TO ESCAPE A BLIND DATE — BUT THE MAFIA BOSS SAW THROUGH HER IN MINUTES

on the hostess stand for no reason except that she liked the way the woman’s eyes fell to it. “If he left, I’ll survive.”

“He hasn’t left, Miss Quinn,” the hostess said.

Her gaze lingered on the leather jacket, the lipstick, the heel of one shoe tapping too sharply against the marble.

“This way.”

The rooftop restaurant was one of those places built to continue reading …