“Miss Saint Lucent published another gossip column about you this morning.” “Did she at least wax poetic on how handsome I am?” Without breaking her stride, Val flashed an incredulous look my way. We both knew there was no way in any of the hells that Adriana Saint Lucent would write something nice about me. “Among other colorful terms, she called you an overconfident, ruthless rake.” My lips twitched. “At last. An acknowledgment of my finer qualities.”
