9KendraThe next day, I woke up and rubbed my eyes. Had the night before been a terrible dream? My fingers went to my lips. I could almost swear that they were still swollen. That kiss had almost been too perfect, though, so maybe I had dreamed it all up.
Anton. The mob boss. And soon, my business partner.
If I signed the contract.
A knock pounded on the door.
“Just a minute,” I called.
Who could that be? I wasn’t expecting anyone.
I quickly got changed — no way was I going to open the door in my pajamas — and opened the door. A man I’d never seen before stood there.
He looked down at me. “Hello. I’m looking for a Kendra Greene.”
“That’s me.” I nodded, but I didn’t move to open the door wider or to give him entry to the house.
Wait. Was this Anton’s man? I never did tell Anton my n
