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

I put Sonia in charge of the whole thing, from the guest list to lighting to
marketing materials. This is Sonia’s gallery, a new space she’s rented on a
12-month lease, primo real estate in the heart of the east end. The palatial
galleries are already filling with her favorite female artists, some local, some
international.
This is her debut as much as mine. She is slaying, holding court in a stunning
black gown, closing deals faster than her newly-trained assistant can keep up.
I hold my glass up to her across the room in a silent toast to her future
success. She grins back at me, letting Allen Wren believe that he’s getting
some kind of deal on the hottest new artist out of Mumbai as he signs the
purchase agreement.
Cole is just as busy, arguing with Marcus York at top volume. Marcus is
trying to rope him into another sculpture, this time for Golden Gate Park.
“No fucking way! The last one almost killed me.”
“What, from a little snow? Come now, we’ll build this one in the summer!”
“We won’t build it at all, ‘cause I ain’t doin’ it.”
“You need time to think.”
“I need time to drink,” Cole says, seizing another glass of champagne off a
passing tray. “I don’t know if I’m going to work at all this year.”
“You don’t mean that,” I say, slipping between him and Marcus York and
stealing a quick kiss. “You love working.”
“I used to love working,” he says, grabbing a handful of my ass, not giving a
fuck if York is still watching. “Now I’m distracted by more interesting things
…”
“Well, I’m sorry to hear you say that,” I pretend to pout. “Because I heard
about an opportunity opening up in Venice …”
I pull the plane tickets out of my purse, fanning them open dramatically in
front of him.