Temptations: Devil In The Waters by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 0000000000000
Published: 2021-10-27T10:09:58+00:00

With the hatch of the Qashqai open, headlights from behind beamed her shadow over the cargo area. She tossed in her purse, her bag, then slammed the hatch door down as the headlights careened sideways and the car pulled up to stop. She turned. It was Devlin.

He sat low in his Mercedes, his big frame filling up the cockpit, elbow on the door sill. Smirking at her, his cheek dimpled. “Told you fifteen.” The depth of his voice made the words decipherable even over the music coming from his stereo.

She was sure to show her unimpressed face for a long beat, waiting for him to turn the stereo down. When he did, she said, “I don’t know if you’re looking for a gold star or what . . .”

But if she thought she had him, she didn’t. He said, “I get a gold star from you it won’t be for finishing fast.”

She chuckled, not at the joke—it was juvenile—but at his ability to disarm. She could rail now, tell him he’s a pig, but it was probably what he wanted. She said, “What do you want, Devlin? It’s late. I’m on my way home.”

“Not even nine, Kimmy,” he said. “Not late. Night’s just getting started.”

“Maybe for you, Devlin, but I was on my way home. I appreciate you coming by, but I think if anything needs to be said between us in the future, we can do that by text. But I don’t even see a reason for that.”

“You don’t?”

“Do you?” She crossed her arms, leaned her butt against the back of the Nissan.

He didn’t answer, dipping his head out of the reddish light from the gym’s wall-mounted sign way above and behind her. She swore he was ruffling his hair, checking himself out in the rearview mirror. When his face reappeared in the open car window, his dashing smile was wide. “Give me five. We’ll go up the road, find some place serves a half decent Scotch, and I’ll tell you all I can offer.”

“I know what you offer.”

His smile faltered. Returned. “You don’t want it?”

“Don’t need it, thanks.”

He raised his eyebrows, made an interested sound in his throat. “Go back home. Back to your apartment. Back to the firm making what you make. Sleeping in the same bed, waking the same, never knowing the could-have-beens.”

Was he talking about a job or not? “Your first year psych 101 shit doesn’t work on me, Devlin. Nice try, though. I mean it.”

He laughed heartily, freely, a quick head toss back. “You’re a diamond, Kimmy,” he said.

“I am a diamond.”

The humor left his face a moment. His eyes traveled from her sneakers, up her yoga tights to her face. He smiled again, eyes narrowed. “You’re like a diamond in a greasy cardboard box someone brought home from the grocery, you in that apartment. So much. So wasted.”

“I’m not wasted, Devlin.”

“You know you’re not going to make baskets.”

“I’m not. I’m stopping.”

“So what are you going to do? Back to immigration? Linoleum floors, fluorescent

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