Page 65 of Devious Lies

Maybe it’s the lawyer in him.

Or the viper.

Maybe they are both the same thing.

Predator.

Merciless.

Devious.

Cunning.

Luc is watching me, and I think he’s looking to see if I tell another lie.

But I am through with them. I haven’t got any left in me.

I know I should have kept my mouth shut. But it’s too late now.

“Maria, what did you mean when you said you never felt like this about Nico?”

The temperature in the car seems to jump ten degrees and I am sweating and uncomfortable, still cloaked in his way too long sweatpants that manage to cling to my ass but fall off my waist.

Shit.

This is really not how I imagined this conversation to go.

“You really want to ask me that now?” I ask, feeling raw and wrung out as he pulls into a parking spot in the Medical Center garage.

“Yes.”

That’s all the reply he offers. And it seriously pisses me off.

“Fine. You wanna know? I’ll tell you then.”

I turn my face, so I am looking at him. His expression is completely blank, and my nostrils start flaring.

I’m so fucking mad.

“I feel like maybe I am in love with you, you jerk!” I shout that last bit.

Then I open the door without waiting for him, and I slam it in his stupid handsome as fuck face.

Fuck this man.

How dare Luc put me through that when I’m worried about my mother! When I’m feeling so vulnerable and scared.

How fucking dare he!

I don’t look back. I just storm away.

But I should have known he wouldn’t let me get away with that, either. He grabs my arm and spins me around, then he cups my face and slams his lips to mine.

This man.

I swear to Christ every time he kisses me it’s like he is branding me. I want to push him away.

But I don’t. I can’t. Because I do love him.

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