Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

"That's a friend of mine," Josefina said, her voice laced with casual detachment.

Oliver's face, however, was stormy, the look of a man about to burst with the fury of a tempest. He'd heard from George that Josefina had been rather cozy with that person, who had even had the audacity to hold her hand.

Rising to his feet, Oliver made his way over to Josefina and sat down beside her, taking her hand in his. He deliberately overlaid the memory of Livia's touch with his own.

"Oliver, don't tell me you're jealous?" Josefina laughed in disbelief.

But Oliver leaned closer, his body pressing near as Josefina retreated until her back met the wall. Josefina gave him a nudge. "Oliver, this is a café, what are you trying to do?"

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Josefina pushed him away. "I need to get back to the office."

"I'll drive you."

"No, thanks."

"I'll

reached the door, Oliver turned to George, who was holding two cups of

watched as Josefina slid into the passenger seat of Oliver's car, the engine purring to life under Oliver's his command. And there was George, the unwanted third-wheel, lef to

say love blinds. Hey, I've done my bit. Wouldn't it be decent to drop me

at a snail's pace. She glanced at her watch. "Oliver, you do realize that even ants

isn't about speed, it's about

work, Oliver. Your driving is too slow. I

locked. Don't

Josefina sighed in exasperation.

leaned over, his hands deftly undoing

glowing skin and wide eyes filled with a mix of panic and

teased, pinching her

too close, so of course, I'm scared." Scared he might make