THE MAFIA BOSS OPENED THE WRONG DOOR—AND SAW THE ONE WOMAN HE WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO WANT

the therapy table.

The small wedding.

The child growing between us.

Sometimes, the wrong door takes you exactly where you need to be.

Dominic smiled when I said that.

“The best wrong door I ever opened.”

Mine too.

Then Maggie yelled that the cake was ready.

Julian yelled back something about missing screws.

Our daughter kicked again.

And Dominic held me under continue reading …