She sat alone, drinking—until a Mafia boss whispered, ‘Be my fiancée… right now!’… Then the bar widow wore his diamond for six weeks—only now did she discover the truth about the name
The plan had lasted four minutes. “Erin,” she said, forcing her voice steady. “Erin Quinn.” “Quinn,” Grant repeated. “Irish?” “Married Irish.” “Ah.” His smile deepened without warming. “And how does Erin Quinn end up at a hotel bar with Adrian Vale?” “He proposed,” she said. The words left her mouth before she knew she had…
