“Run the Card Again,” My Mother-in-Law Snapped. By Nightfall, Every Card Was Frozen—and the Penthouse Was Mine.

She’s the genius who made all this possible.” I’d smiled politely as Brandon took my hand, his grip warm, his eyes that shade of blue that fashion magazines call “arresting” and romance novels call “dangerous.”

“Genius?” he’d said, flashing a grin that had probably opened a thousand doors. “Now I really have to buy you a drink.”

It was such a small, continue reading …