Page 85 of Never Die for a Sinner
“God, you’re impossible,” she rolls her eyes.
“I’m not the one who asked to be hunted down and fucked in the woods like an animal. Then pretended like I was too high and mighty to say I enjoyed it.”
Our waitress returns before Ava can answer, and she glowers at me over the plate as it’s lowered to the table between us with two spoons.
“You kids enjoy.”
“Thank you,” Ava says, ever polite, even when plotting my death. “It was a lapse in judgment,” she says, snatching the spoon out of my hand when I hold it out to her.
“Must have been a pretty good one. Considering how many times you came.”
She rolls her eyes, her cheeks flaming a thousand degrees.
“What are we eating?” she huffs, staring at the monstrosity on the plate. I get the feeling she’s desperately trying to changethe subject. It’s fine. We’ll be circling back to her “lapse in judgment” later.
“A waffle sundae,” I answer.
“You eat this?”
I shrug. “I thought we’d just stare at it.”
I take a bite, and it’s like the last twenty years didn’t happen. Like Mom’s sitting here with us and cracking jokes. Smiling and happy and not bones in a grave that I haven’t visited in entirely too fucking long.
“It’s delicious,” Ava muses, taking a bite.
“Have I lied to you yet?”
Heat bristles up my spine at the dry look she gives me.
I guess I deserve that.
“Why did you really bring me here? I know it’s not just so we could get ice cream.”
I cock a brow at her.
Inquisitive little brat.
“And if it is?”
“Then I’d say you’ve fallen and hit your head.”
“Can’t a man take his employee out for a treat every now and then?”
“You wanted to talk, so talk. Enough of this taunting crap,” she snaps quietly, and I refrain from chuckling, my cock hardening at the bite in her voice. I’ve always known I enjoyed her fire. Now, I’m finding it fucking addicting. “You and I both know why you brought me here. I told you everything I know.”
“Oh, I believe you.”
“And if you’re expecting me to beg or grovel—wait, what?”
“Just what I said. I believe you don’t know anything more than you’ve already told me.”
She sinks back in the seat, utterly confused.
“Then, what do you want?” she hisses, fear shining in those pretty green eyes.
Pulling the papers out of my jacket, I toss them onto the table in front of her.
She pauses, looking from the contract that landed dangerously close to a drop of ice cream on the table, back to me.
