Leather & Lark (Ruinous Love, #2)

by Brynne Weaver

“Atmosphere is so important in these moments, don’t you think?” I ask as I bring up “Firework” by Katy Perry and turn it up to full volume.

“Sloane is probably holed up in her house with a smutty book and her demonic cat.

Real

If you’re having trouble with your “marriage” and talking to your “wife,” why don’t you crack a fucking book. A ROMANCE book, not more of your “history of leather” bullshit. It’s literally an instruction manual for dumbasses like you. SLOANE: And get fucked.

“Lark never took the Covaci name,” Ethel says, her voice low and quiet. “She always said she would never leave that piece of her dad, Sam, behind. But she did it. For you.” I can feel Lachlan watching me in the rearview. But I can’t bear to meet his gaze. “Your wife just broke her family’s heart,” Ethel says. “And she did it to save your life.”

She’ll think I’m lovesick and pining, though I’ve come to accept that’s probably true.