There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

“Marcus York seemed to like it,” Cole replies.
“When will you hear back?”
“Soon. York is pushing this thing through as quickly as possible. He’s got
some finger in the pie, I don’t know what exactly—probably a kickback on
the construction.”
“Do you want to win?” I ask him, wondering how disappointed he’ll be if
Shaw takes it instead.
“I always want to win.”
“And if you don’t?”
Cole laughs. “I don’t know how I’ll feel—I’ve never lost before.”
I like the sound of his voice over the phone—like he’s murmuring right in my
ear. It makes the little hairs on my arms stand up. I don’t want to hang up.
“Are you coming back now?” I ask him.
“I’m almost there already. I’m driving like it’s the Grand Prix. Come stand at
the window so I can see you as I pull up.”
Impulsively, I unfasten the straps of my overalls and step out of them. I pull
off my shirt and my underwear as well.
Then I step up onto the window frame, completely nude, looking down at the
street below.
I see Cole’s black Tesla zoom up to the curb, stopping short with a jerk. He
steps out, tall and lean, his long dark hair tossed back by the wind.
He looks up at me.
I press my palm against the glass, phone to my ear.
“Fucking hell,” Cole breathes. “You’re a goddess.”