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

MARA and I drive out to Burbank together. She’s going to be interviewed for
the DBS morning show.
“I don’t know if I want to be on TV,” she tells me, raising her hand to her
mouth, then quickly putting it back down on her lap, twisting her fingers
together in anguish.
She got a manicure and doesn’t want to fuck it up.
“You’re going to be great,” I tell her. “I’ll be right there with you, watching
the whole time.”
“What do you think they’ll ask me?”
“Nothing challenging—it’s a morning show, for fuck’s sake. If they weren’t
talking to you, they’d probably be interviewing the lady who baked the
world’s biggest donut.”
“They should interview her,” Mara laughs. “What an accomplishment.”
“You know we have to be at the studio at 4:15 a.m. for hair and makeup.”
“Are you serious!?” she cries. Mara’s not an early riser.
“That’s why they call it a morning show—‘cause it’s at the goddamned crack
of dawn.”
“I’m so nervous. I’m not gonna sleep a wink.”
“Do you want an Ambien? I brought two with me.”
She considers, tapping one nicely polished nail against her lower teeth.
“What if I can’t wake up in time?”
“You’ll be fine. I’ll set an alarm.”
“Alright,” she agrees, sighing in relief. “Otherwise I’ll be exhausted.”
We settle in at the Chateau Marmont, where I’ve booked us a suite
overlooking Sunset Boulevard. I thought Mara would like its architecture and
the Old Hollywood history.