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.

bash, skip the riff-raff. Keep it simple. Also, give Rowan this message: if that boy embarrasses me, I'll skin him alive. If push comes to shove, break his legs. Can't cause trouble if he

helplessness in his eyes. These were

the villa where Rowan lived. Rowan was drowning his sorrows in booze, with a sea of empty bottles

concern, "Rowan, ease up on the drink. You're going to wreck your health."

drink if I want to. It's none of your

helpless, just sat quietly as Oliver came in. Quickly, she said, "Rowan, stop drinking.

bottle, and hurled it at Oliver,

stood still, unfazed. Surveying the broken glass, he asked coldly, "You done

fearlessness. He picked up another bottle and smashed it too,

retreated from the battleground, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire. The shards of glass would cut

malice as he glared at Oliver. The two faced off across the wreckage of broken bottles, their

mediate, "Can't you both just calm

Oliver and Rowan