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

across from her.

“You didn’t sleep.”

“I didn’t.”

“Is somebody bothering you, Clare? There was a black car parked across from the entrance yesterday. Older guy in the front seat. I thought it was a patient’s family.”

Clara set her cup down too quickly.

“A black car?”

“Just for an hour. Why?”

“No reason.”

But the cold climbing her spine was not fear of Damen.continue reading …