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

I said, my voice tiny.

Dominic turned slowly, as though afraid of what he might see next.

I was covered, but my face was probably the color of a tomato.

He looked at me.

Something passed through his eyes that I could not name.

Embarrassment, yes.

But something else too.

Something that made my stomach tighten.

“Good morning,” he said.

His voice was rougher than continue reading …