The Mafia's Boss Surrogate Bride
The door opened, and there he was.
Dr. Kane was tall, dressed in a spotless white coat over a tailored shirt and brown trousers. His brown hair was neatly styled, and his brown eyes were warm and made me feel safe.
“Miss Serena,” he said warmly, stepping forward to shake my hand. “Please, have a seat.”
I sat from across his desk, and my fingers held tightly to my bag handle. He studied me for a moment, then opened a blue folder. “I understand you’re interested in our…special program.”