Kissing the Wolf of Marseille

Romy Bouchard's family has been canning fish in Marseille for a hundred and ten years. She has nine weeks of money left and a man to blame. Matteo Ferrante. Thirty-nine, Milanese, richer than the harbor, and the subject of two televised insults Romy has never apologized for. When his holding company makes her an offer she can't legally refuse, she drives to his office to make a scene. He lets her finish. Then he makes a counter-offer: she stays on, he gets the leases, they share the cold storage. It's fair. She hates it. She signs. What she doesn't know is that Matteo has spent eight months buying up her competitors' leases to keep them out of the hands of the family that wants to move the whole port to Genoa. He has been protecting her cannery. He has never once mentioned it. Then a fire, an insurance inspector, and a night locked in the cold storage office with him, and Romy decides to use the truth the only way she knows how. By renegotiating.