THE LITTLE GIRL ASKED TO SIT WITH A STRANGER—BUT HER MOTHER NEVER EXPECTED THE MAFIA BOSS TO RECOGNIZE HER FACE

I made,” Damen said.

She tilted her head.

“Right. So it is the best one ever.”

Something warm moved beneath his ribs and stayed there.

In the afternoon, Lily asked him to read.

Clara had packed Charlotte’s Web in the bottom of the duffel. Damen had not held a children’s book in nearly thirty years.

He sat on the couch.

Lily curled beside him and leaned her continue reading …