Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Josefina hit redial on her phone, and Luke's anxious voice crackled through the speaker. "Boss, big client alert!"

Josefina raised an eyebrow. "Which client?"

"The one who dropped a fortune on your self-portrait last time. Well, he's back for more."

Josefina let out a sigh. A self-portrait, again?

"Luke, tell this guy I'm swamped. I have no time for brushwork."

"Are you turning down cash? Since when were you not in it for the green?"

Luke caught on quick. Josefina was notorious for her money-making hustle. If she was passing up this payday, something was up. He whispered, "What's the deal? Is the art collector your nemesis or something?"

"You're overthinking it."

is too big, and no fee is too

leaned back on the sofa, cradling a glass of juice, and replied with slight irritation, "Luke, with

it's not Oliver, is

Busted. He

man's got the hots for you. Can't say he doesn't have taste. You're top-notch, and him landing you would be his lucky

too chatty. I've got stuff to do. Later." She ended the call and buried herself

Her

Ever since Josefina got back, you've been off your

other end sent shivers down Lena's spine. Her teeth chattered uncontrollably, betraying her unrest. "It's like Josefina's onto every plan. My horse went berserk, which was probably her doing. She touched it, and next thing

man's voice was cold, dismissive. "Really? What is she, some

not to seem defensive, said helplessly, "Ever since her return, nothing's gone right. And today, I noticed Emily, Garrett,

so suddenly. "Stay your hand for

recklessly, fearing she'd botch his

to the Harrison family for a reason. Serve well," he reminded her. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ