The Devil You Know (The Grumpy Devils, #3)

by Elizabeth O'Roark

And you sound jealous.” “You wish.” “Yeah,” he says, “I guess I do.”

“You sounded unhappy on the phone, so I thought it might be an ice cream kind of night. I brought three kinds because I didn’t know what you liked.”

He must hope he’ll find someone stable, someone who plans to stick around. Maybe he’s not inviting me along today because he knows I’m neither of those things.

Just want to reiterate how scared I am… please, one of you needs to get it together I’m begging

I’m happy for the first time in six years because of you.

His smile is so gentle I can barely stand to look at him.

“You want to burn the whole world to ash, just to make sure every path she walks is cleared for her. I know the feeling.”

And she was very, very pregnant.

I would literally never speak to a man again holy

On Tuesday, I place an order for a bigger television since Ben hates mine.

I NEED EVERYONE TO KNOW IM SCARED I JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW BAD ITS GOING TO BE

“Your friend Ben did it.

God I am praying to you that I find a man like this I AM CRYING SCREAMING THROWING UP

I love him. I love him so fucking much it terrifies me.

I’m exhausted. Have to be in early tomorrow, so I think I’ll just head home.

It’s happening the thing I’m so insanely afraid of is happening I can feel it

He pulls down a sign to reveal the new name of the firm: Fields, McGovern, Geiger, and Tate.

Oh.

If only I could have kept hating him, because I’m never, ever going to recover from Ben Tate. I think I knew I wouldn’t, even that first day we met.

“Or too much of a sociopath,” I suggest. “Too busy trying to get rid of the teenage girls he trapped in his basement.” She frowns at me. “I’ve been to his house. He doesn’t have a basement.”

I gasp. “It’s exactly like my Pinterest board.”

HE DIDNT. HE DID NOT.

“I didn’t realize what I was doing at first,” he says softly. “And by the time I did, I couldn’t take it back, and I didn’t figure it would matter. It seemed like you were never, ever going to give me the time of day.”

“What would we even find to do here after ten?” I ask, and Ben steps on my foot to shut me up.

“And Julie?” He shakes his head. “No. She’s just weird.

So, these two lawyers are crazy about each other and refuse to admit it until he fingers her in his office. And then he takes her away somewhere like Santa Barbara and proposes because they’re too busy to go to Iceland.”