Sinners Anonymous (Sinners Anonymous, #1)

by Somme Sketcher

And for the first time since we met, I see her smile. I think I like it when she smiles.

But that’s the thing about lines in the sand. Eventually, they wash away, and you can’t remember where you drew them.

“I thought he died from a bleed on the brain?” “He did. I shot him in the head and then his brain bled.”

Angelo Visconti isn’t a knight in shining armor, he’s a monster in an Armani suit.

“I swear to God, Rory. You better know how to fly, because if you fall, I’m coming with you.”

“Shut up, Rory. He left his entire life in England and came back to Devil’s Dip for you. He’s so in love with you that it makes me sick.” “She’s right, I am.”