I put Haley back into her dress. Pull the zipper. Wrap her up, flawless and beautiful, so that she can sit next to me at the dinner table with her head held high. I think she might keep her chin up either way, however. Oh, she gets nervous. She blushes, she worries. But when it comes to me, and us, she’s steely.

We go to the window one last time before we leave. “I’m taking you out there after dinner.”

Haley’s whole face lights up. “To the sleighs?”

“Yes. And anywhere else you want to go.”

A happy sigh. “Home with you.” Haley rises up on tiptoe to kiss me. “Always home with you.”

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Baby, It’s Cold Outside

Giana Darling

Chapter One

Elena

The offices of Ghorbani & Lombardi were located on the Upper East Side in a pre-war building made of pale stone with gargoyles guarding each level like sentries. It was a gorgeous edifice, a prestigious address, and the perfect place for Yara Ghorbani and I to make our own.

I stood in the middle of the bullpen the associates would use at the center of the office and surveyed the finished renovation that had taken three months to complete.

Everything gleamed, polished and clean.

A fresh start. The beginning of a dream I’d held close to my heart since I was a young, impoverished girl in Naples.

Partner of my own law firm.

I hadn’t bothered to turn the lights on because the almost floor to ceiling windows allowed the technicolor lights of the New York streets to pour through the glass. Truthfully, I liked the ambiance.

Since falling in love with Dante, I’d grown to love the night.

It was our time together after busy days at work, each of us on the other side of the law by day, but tangled in the shadows by night.

I needed to get home to him and Aurora, our daughter, who would be hanging out with her motley crew of mafioso uncles at the apartment until Dante or I returned from work.