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

interrupts me as I start my closing duties.
“You don’t need to bother with that.”
I keep rolling clean cutlery into napkins, saying, “What the fuck are you
talking about? You used to chew a strip off me if I didn’t roll up every last
fork in this place.”
Arthur taps a heavy finger on the newspaper article, still resting on the table
next to me.
“I’m sure you’ve got better things to do with your time.”
My stomach squirms. I don’t want to hear whatever he’s trying to say. I keep
rolling cutlery, stubbornly refusing to look at him or the newspaper article.
Arthur rests his hand on my shoulder instead.
I don’t know if he’s ever touched me before. His hand is heavy, calloused,
and warm. It lays on my shoulder like a blessing.
“I’m proud of you, Mara,” he says.
I look up into his wrinkled face, at his faded brown eyes behind their thick,
smudged lenses.
I want to say something back to him, but my throat is too tight.
Arthur murmurs, “You’re really doing it, Mara. And look, whether you want
to date this guy or not, take his help. Take as much as you can get. Don’t be
proud—be successful. You deserve it.”
I put my hand over his on my shoulder, holding it in place so he can’t let go.
My eyes burn, his wrinkled face swimming before my view.
“Why do I feel like you’re firing me?”
“You’ll always have a home here,” he says. “But I don’t want to hold you
back. Not even for a Saturday morning. You don’t need this place anymore.”
I’ve worked at Sweet Maple for six years. Other jobs I quit or lost, but this
one was always here. Arthur was always here.