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

I float out of the room and down the stairs, looking for Cole.
I find him down in the kitchen, readying his customary breakfast.
It’s nice starting the day with the same meal every morning. Knowing that
you have control over the day ahead.
He passes me my latte, fresh and flawlessly prepared. Cole would never slap
milk and coffee into a cup. Whatever is worth doing, is worth doing well. He
perfects his art, even when that art is only a latte.
I sip my drink, naked under my silk robe. Feeling the fabric against my skin,
and the clear morning light streaming in through the windows.
Cole stands behind the counter, sleeves rolled to his forearms, damp waves of
hair neatly combed back.
He looks like a man ready to work.
I say, “If we’re really going to do this, then you’re right, I have to be
prepared. Tell me everything. Tell me how you met Shaw.”