No Greater Oblivion (No Sweeter Poison Book 3)

by Leonora Mendez Castillo

“Do you understand how absurd that is? You have a townhouse on 92nd Street, a house in Vermont you only bought because the foliage in the area was pretty, an apartment in Miami you’ve used twice⁠—” Releasing a huff of frustration, I cut him off. “If you’re broke, Alex, just say that.” I can practically hear his teeth grinding through the phone. I return to sorting the blouses on the rack in front of me by color. “Loosen your jaw,” I sing-song.