Taken by the Mafia King
“I know so.”
Penny swallowed and nodded like she was committing that to memory. She straightened and lifted her chin, filled with resolve. “Right, of course he would. You saw that Christmas onesie I bought baby Michael. We’ll enjoy ourselves.”
“He’s adorable in it, and hell yeah, we will. Buy that one, sexy mama.”
Penny laughed, banishing her sadness. “Okay. Can we go to the café we saw earlier? I’m dying for a scone.”
She went to change, and I gasped, “Are you saying Pepper’s aren’t good enough?”
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