“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.”

“You hide it well.”

“So do you.”

Julian looked down at the mug in his hands. “I am not afraid of what most men fear.”

“No,” I said. “You’re afraid of loving your son wrong.”

His jaw tightened.

I should have stopped. I didn’t.

“You think if you keep yourself controlled and untouched, he won’t inherit your grief. But kids don’t need perfect love. They continue reading …