After a 12-hour shift, she enters the wrong car… and a billionaire becomes obsessed – she was so exhausted she didn’t even realize it wasn’t her car

looking less like a stranger now and more like something pulled from the city’s shadows.

Her first instinct was to run.

Her second was worse.

Relief.

“How do you know my name?” she asked.

His gaze dropped to the envelope in her hand.

“Because my name is in your bag.”

Her fingers tightened. “I didn’t put it there.”

“I believe you.”

That answer unsettled her continue reading …