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

7
MARA
It feels good to be back at Sweet Maple. This place has been my anchor
through some of the most chaotic times in my life.
So has Arthur. He might be the only man who’s ever done something kind for
me without trying to put his hand on my ass afterward.
“There she is,” Arthur says, chucking my apron directly into my face. “You
know you’re in the paper this morning?”
“I am?”
He tosses that at me too, already helpfully folded back at the right page.
It’s an article in the Chronicle, in the arts section. Just two columns on the
bottom of a page, but it includes a large color photograph of The Mercy of
Men, and a smaller picture of me, lifted off my Instagram.
This is Cole’s doing, I’m sure.
He’s constantly working behind the scenes, pushing me into the spotlight. He
seems to get more pleasure out of grabbing attention for me than for himself.
I try to catch his eye, where he’s seated himself at the furthest corner table,
but true to his word, he’s not distracting me and is only quietly taking out his
laptop like any normal business-bruncher. Assuming that person just so
happened to look like an off-duty supermodel in a cashmere button-down.
Arthur raises one thick, grizzled eyebrow at me.