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.

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

a hint of helplessness in his eyes. These

arrived at the villa where Rowan lived. Rowan was drowning his sorrows in

on the drink. You're going to wreck your

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

just sat quietly as Oliver came in. Quickly, she said,

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

stood still, unfazed. Surveying the broken glass, he asked

picked up another bottle and smashed it too, filling the air with the sharp scent

wanting to be caught in the

his eyes seething with malice as he glared at Oliver. The two faced off across the wreckage of broken bottles,

mediate, "Can't you both just

lost!" Oliver and Rowan