“Goddamn,” he sniffed, wiping his eyes. “That’s fucking beautiful. And he killed that other dude just for looking at her? That’s true love.” I tried to suck in a breath, but it barely came. “So you’re a mafia romance fan, are you?” Miles smiled at me. “Nah. I’m an Annie fan.” “You mean Whitney West?” He shook his head as he switched lanes. “Nah.” He pressed a button on the dash and paused the audiobook. “Whitney might be the name, but Annie’s the brain.”
