Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Oliver lay sprawled in the same spot Josefina had once occupied, staring blankly at the ceiling above. His phone broke the silence with its insistent ringtone. He reached over, swiped the screen, and put it to his ear.

"Hey, Ollie, how's it hangin'? Must be tough, leaving the agency and getting back to the Baldwin clan's daily grind."

Oliver listened to the old man's voice, as detached and emotionless as ever. "What do you want?"

The old man's chuckle was warm and teasing. "You're still as frosty as a winter in Chicago, kiddo. I'm calling 'cause I wanna set you up. You seeing anyone? If not, I've got the perfect match for ya." Oliver's reply was curt. "I'm taken. No need to play Cupid."

The old man wasn't deterred. "Oh? And who's this girl? She can't hold a candle to my protégé. She's a real knockout, kind-hearted, and cute as a button. Nimble, smart as a whip, and the apple of her brothers' eyes. You sure you're not interested?"

"Not in the slightest."

haven't even met her. Let me tell you, skip out on this one, and you'll be kickin' yourself for

queen of my heart." With that, Oliver hung up. The old man, fuming, slammed

came through. "Josie, I'm

into a smile. "Who's gotten

my protégés. It's Hellfire! I tried to set him

sighed. "I may be the best in your eyes, but that doesn't make me the best pick for everyone.

know how to cheer

who

better than him. I was just trying to bring some sunshine into his dreary life. I

to Oliver's passionate kiss. Blushing,

got a secret beau? You're in a hurry

talking about? I'm at work. There's a lot

I called to tell you