She Hid in the Mafia Boss’s Closet. At Dawn, He Learned She Had Been There Before.

Not hiding this time.

Standing.

She had opened one of the cedar drawers and was staring at the empty velvet lining inside.

When she heard him, she turned too quickly.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“I shouldn’t be in here.”

“You shouldn’t.”

Color rose in her face.

“I was looking for a needle.

My sleeve—”

“There are sewing kits in the laundry room.”

She closed the drawer.continue reading …