Demons (Devil's Reach, #2)

by J.L. Drake

Monet panting on the wall and wondered if maybe he was that much of a cliché to hide a safe behind it. The frame was about an inch from the wall. My fingers moved along the bottom and tugged, but nothing. Hmm. Then I spotted a display box for his beloved rocks on the table under his bar shelf. I was five feet from it when I heard the familiar footsteps. I scanned the room, desperate to find a place to hide. His shit furniture provided zero cover, so I slipped into house mode. “Tess?” Clark stopped when he saw me sitting in his chair in front of his desk. “What?” He looked over his shoulder then closed the door behind him. “What are you doing here? How the hell did you get in?” I crossed my legs, which typically drew his gaze to my upper thigh. I dragged my fingers