“Here’s $100—Can you be my mom today?” a billionaire boss’s son asked—until a shy woman replied, “Keep it. Billionaires pay in secrets.”

“I helped your son. I didn’t touch your family.”

Milo’s fingers tightened around my arm.

Julian looked at him. “He has not spoken to a stranger for more than a sentence since his mother died.”

The anger in me wavered.

Julian’s eyes returned to mine. “Today he left a guarded home, crossed half the city, entered your cafe, and asked you for something continue reading …