“Maverick DeVille…whoever the fuck that is.” Dante’s eyes narrowed in recognition. “I recognize that name. His family owns a cheese business outside of Florence. It’s been in their family since the days of kings.” “My father wants me to marry a guy who smells like cheese?” I asked incredulously, not the least bit impressed with his family wealth. “If he made wine, then at least he would be somewhat useful. But cheese?” BusinessHusbandCheeseMafiaLolBelittleMarryIncredulousArrange Marriage Book:The Wolf and the Sheep Source: The Wolf and the Sheep