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

by Elizabeth O'Roark

“Home?” I murmur, glancing at him. “I didn’t know humans were allowed to jaunt back and forth over the River Styx like that.” His eyes raise to mine. His mouth twitches. “There’s a small toll. It’s really quite civilized.”

I flew across the country and drove over an hour, only to see you. I’m heading to my room. #312. The door is unlocked.

“I want to be someone you trust enough to invite home, Gemma. And I’m willing to wait for it.”

You’ll eat an acai bowl at any hour of the day, and you’re the only person alive who prefers strawberries to donuts, which is why I’ve been buying them for staff meetings for the past year.”