“Dance with me and I will heal your leg,” said the maid’s daughter, and what happened changed the millionaire’s life forever.

But I’m good at the looking part.” She glanced at him sideways. “You’re not.”

He almost smiled. “Is it that obvious?”

“You look like you’re watching your own funeral,” she said. “From a distance. And not in a grief way — more like you’re calculating the logistics.”

The accuracy of this was uncomfortable. He turned back to look at the dance floor because continue reading …