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.

birthday 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

of helplessness in his eyes. These were no easy

Rowan was drowning his sorrows in booze, with a sea of empty bottles on

going to wreck your health." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

drink if I want to. It's none of your business! Go to bed and stop

quietly as Oliver came in. Quickly, she said, "Rowan, stop

halted his boozing, seized a bottle, and hurled it

Surveying the broken glass, he asked coldly, "You done

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

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

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

to mediate, "Can't you both just calm

lost!" Oliver and Rowan shouted in