Alex
Jenna’s smile crashes when I mention her father, and I quickly try to remedy the mistake. “I was worried about you.”
But it’s too late—the moment is gone. Jenna backs away from me, out of the bathroom, and she hurries to get dressed.
I somehow resurrect the gentleman in me and turn my back to give her privacy.
It’s probably just as well she retreated. I shouldn’t be getting involved with the mafia princess. Just because Don Giuseppe sent me here to get her doesn’t mean he gave me permission to claim her. In fact, for all I know, he might take my interest in his daughter as a supreme disrespect and put a bullet through my head.
I don’t think so—the old man loves me like a son—but you never know.
So I’ll just have a conversation with Jenna about last night being a mistake and we’l
