The Devil of Downtown (Uptown Girls, #3)

by Joanna Shupe

“One more, Rye. Just one more match.” “No, not today. You’re near exhausted as it is, not to mention that fresh scar still healing on your side. And when was the last time you tended to the books?” Five days. He hadn’t stepped foot in his office since she left, the sight of the room like a swift kick in the stones. Returning to Bond Street was also out of the question. Probably time to find a real estate agent and sell it because he’d never sleep there again. “Don’t worry about the books,” he said. “And I can’t stop. We haven’t seen the shooter yet.” “It won’t matter when you drop dead here on the floor.” “That’s ridiculous. I am in excellent health.” “You wouldn’t say that if you could see yourself.” “Stop nagging me. If I’d wanted a wife, I would have married a long time ago.” “No, you wouldn’t have because nobody’d put up with you—nobody except her. And you’ve kicked her out.” I didn’t kick her out. She left me. “Mind your own goddamn business and find me another fighter.” “I’m busy watching for O’Shaughnessy. If you’re so eager to kill yourself then you’ll have to do it without my help.”