But fate had other plans for Bianca Cruz.

Liam O’Grady had to leave early; business, he grunted as he kissed her awake and indicated the steaming hot cup of coffee on the table beside her.

She sat up, blinking, her tousled hair falling around her as she watched him tug on his jacket, checking his shoulder holster for the gun he always carried.

Then, he turned, his black eyes glinting as he growled, “Pet, get back into bed. If I keep looking at those big ti*s, I swear, I shall f*ck you now.” Blushing, she obeyed him, pulling up the covers till her chin. As he left, slamming the front...