Yegor

Lena Marsh faked one letter and got the only job she wasn't supposed to survive. Yegor Sokolov is fifty-one, owns a law firm he doesn't practise law at, and has not touched a woman since his wife died nine years ago. He keeps Lena because she's useful, because she's quick, because she refuses to be frightened in the correct order. She warns him about the wire. It gets a man killed anyway. She leaves. He lets her. Three weeks later a deed arrives on her doorstep with a note that says the debt is settled — and so is she. Lena reads it twice, puts on the coat he bought in the wrong size, and drives back to Chicago at two in the morning to argue. A slow-burn age gap bratva romance about a man who has run out of reasons and a woman who has always been one.