FIFTEEN DOCTORS WATCHED THE MAFIA BOSS’S NEWBORN NEPHEW DIE—THEN THE POOR NIGHT NURSE BROKE EVERY RULE AND MADE THE WHOLE ROOM BEG FOR MERCY

out first, then extended his hand to Claire.

She hesitated.

Less than two hours earlier, that same hand had held a gun near her face.

Now it waited, steady.

“I can step down by myself,” she said.

“I’m sure you can.”

He didn’t withdraw his hand.

Claire took it.

His palm was warm, rougher than she expected, and his grip tightened just enough to keep her steady continue reading …