“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 think I’m a weakness.”

“I think you are the first real thing in this house since Maya died,” he said. “That makes you powerful. It also makes you vulnerable.”

I looked toward the hallway where Milo slept under a blanket printed with cartoon whales. “Then stop letting him live in a war zone.”

Julian laughed once, without humor. “You think continue reading …