Kiss and Hell by Dakota Cassidy

Author:Dakota Cassidy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Book Boutiques
Published: 2021-08-21T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Clyde dragged a finger over her cheek, holding out his hand to her. She let him tug her to the kitchen, where Marcella sat at her small Formica table, drumming her pink nails on the surface.

“You girls talk. I’ll take the puppies to bed.” He planted a kiss on Delaney’s forehead, corralled the dogs, and left her in awkward silence with her friend.

Marcella swung around in the seat, straddling the back of it with her long, bare legs. The olive of her skin gleamed under the kitchen light; her eyes, dark like the blackest coffee, were hard. She pinned Delaney with her gaze and held it as though she was holding on to a sale item at Ann Taylor.

“You’re in for a world of hurt, Delaney Markham. When this is over, you’ll need someone to listen to you whine and snivel while I pass tissues to you and talk you out of eating the whole bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken that’ll only end up on your ass. You’re short—all that extra weight’s going to be very unattractive on someone of your stature, and I refuse to pacify you with bullshit like you’re just big-boned. That someone should be me. You don’t have any other friends. So the responsibility of keeping you from going emo with a blunt object and leaving this cruel world when that Clyde goes falls on me.” Her gaze dared Delaney to defy her assessment.

Her throat tightened. She so wanted to share everything with Marcella. Yet she knew she couldn’t—shouldn’t. “It’s none of your business,” she said with an offhanded tone.

Marcella shrugged her shoulders with feigned indifference. “Of course not, darling. It isn’t my business until he runs over your heart like a Sherman tank. Then what will happen? You’ll be calling me on the phone crying, apologizing, telling me how right I was and how wrong you were. Why not just let me save you the trouble by crucifying him now so we don’t have to shop for wrinkle reducers? They’re so overpriced.”

“You’re not right.” Shit.

Marcella’s eyebrow rose, condescending and sure. “How do you figure? Is he or is he not a demon?”

Vague. Be vague and noncommittal, Delaney. “Sort of…”

Marcella leaned forward with a hand on her full hip, pressing for an answer. “Is he or is he not here on some kind of day pass that has no choice but to be revoked?”

Her gut shuddered hard. Her throat clogged. “Maybe.”

Marcella went for the jugular with her infamous brand of steely determination. “Will he or will he not leave you when whatever he’s here to do is terminado—er, finished?”

Delaney averted her eyes. “Yes.” And if she could only express how unfairly crappy that was. If she could only put her head on Marcella’s shoulder and just have a good cry. If she could only figure out why Clyde’s leaving was turning into a big deal…

“So how am I not right, chica? Please, commence with the explanations.” Her face was smug. Smug and really, really pissed.

She had no defense against the stark truth.

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