The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea (The Grumpy Devils, #2)

by Elizabeth O'Roark

“Is he your boyfriend?” one of them asks, sweeping her appreciative gaze over him. “Him? No. Satan isn’t allowed to take a companion on the Earth’s surface, as far as I know.”

“Do I have a drink?” I ask. I’m still crying, and it’s so goddamned embarrassing. But he laughs. “Yes, you have a margarita, but they forgot the salt,” he says. “So you’re trying to get the waitress fired.” “Of course I am,” I whisper. “The salt’s the best part.”