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

breathless laugh and wiped rain from her face.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“Alexander Vale.”

“I know the name. Everyone knows the name.” Her eyes flicked over him. “That’s not what I asked.”

He didn’t answer right away.

Behind them, the bookstore window showed rows of aging books and a handwritten CLOSED DUE TO FLOODING sign. Rain tapped steadily against continue reading …