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

by Elizabeth O'Roark

“Why would anything be wrong?” She points at my face. “That. That is the weirdest, fakest smile I’ve ever seen. You look like you were possessed by an alien attempting to inhabit human form for the first time. One who’s not sure how the smiling thing works.” My lips purse. “I’m just trying to be a model employee. Making partner and all that.”

“You act like he’s a stranger, Gemma,” she says. “I’ve known him for a year. He was just too shy to ask.” “Or too much of a sociopath,” I suggest. “Too busy trying to get rid of the teenage girls he trapped in his basement.”