Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Brandon already had an idea. "Bennett, Josie did me a solid. Go get her a little something, will you?"

Bennett asked, "Sir, what sort of gift should I get?"

Brandon rarely gave out gifts. Ever since Oliver came back, Brandon's marriage with his wife, Minerva, had been on the rocks, and they'd been living apart for years. Minerva had moved abroad and hadn't returned for years. They hadn't even gotten around to filing for divorce.

Without much thought, Brandon blurted out, "Clothes, handbags, jewelry-whatever you see fit. Money's no object, so splurge on the expensive stuff."

Hadn't all his gifts to Josefina so far been along those lines? If girls like them, then buy them.

"Understood, sir. I'll have someone take care of it right away," said Bennett as he whipped out his cell phone to send out the instructions.

give Rowan this message: if that boy embarrasses me, I'll skin

helplessness in his eyes. These

his sorrows in booze, with a

wreck

want to. It's none of your business! Go to bed and

came in. Quickly, she

boozing, seized a bottle, and hurled it at Oliver, shattering it to pieces on

glass,

infuriated by Oliver's fearlessness. He picked up another bottle and smashed it too, filling the air with the sharp scent

to be caught in the crossfire. The shards of glass would cut deep and sting

there, swaying slightly, his eyes seething with malice as he glared at Oliver. The

mediate, "Can't you both just

and Rowan shouted