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

hopeful anticipation as I approached, followed by crushing disappointment as
I walked past, is still one of the saddest things I’ve ever seen.
I don’t want to be that author.
“Don’t worry,” Cole says, squeezing my thigh as he turns the wheel with his
other hand. “These things are always packed. Especially when I hire even
better caterers than Betsy, with enough champagne to drown a horse.”
“That actually comforts me,” I laugh. “If the paintings are shit, at least the
food will be good.”
“I would never let you down with food,” Cole promises solemnly. “I know
it’s your top priority.”
“I better quit making it my top priority. I think I’ve gained eight pounds since
I moved into your house.”
“I like it,” Cole says. “It’s making your tits bigger.”
I slap his shoulder. “Shut the fuck up!”
Cole grabs a handful of the breast in question, sneaking his hand down the
front of my top faster than I can smack him away.
“I’m gonna feed you so much fucking cheese,” he teases me.
I can’t stop laughing.
“Please, no. I’ll be four hundred pounds.”
“I want to drown in your breasts. What a way to die.”
We pull up to the curb, too soon for me to spend any more time worrying.
I’m relieved to see that the gallery is already packed with people, including
Sonia manning the door in a gorgeous shimmering cocktail dress, and Frank
and Heinrich lurking right behind her.
Heinrich pops out to pull me into an embrace. Frank does the same, after
giving Cole a stare that is half admiration, half lingering nervousness.
“Thanks for coming!” I cry, hugging them both hard.