The Devil of Downtown (Uptown Girls, #3)

by Joanna Shupe

“You said I wasn’t your type.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “I lied. Shall I prove it to you?”

“So pure,” he murmured. “All that decentness is the worst kind of temptation to a man like me.” “Why?” she croaked. Bending at the waist, he put his lips near her ear. “Because I want to sink inside and bathe myself in it, then destroy it.”

She was going to be the death of him. They would find him buried under the mounds of her blind trust and faith in humanity. It wasn’t exactly naivete; no, she’d witnessed too much for that. But, she took people at their word. She believed the best of everyone. Including him.

“I would never hurt you, cara. I’d rather saw off my own arm with a rusty blade.”

“I neither asked for nor expected perfection. What I want is you.”