Sinners Anonymous (Sinners Anonymous, #1)

by Somme Sketcher

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Huffing quietly, I shake my head. “You wore your hair curly again.”

“Promise me something, Rory.” I feel her pulse flicker against my thumb. “What?” she whispers. “We’ll find him before your wedding.” She pauses. “Why?” “Because seeing you in your engagement dress is hard enough. But seeing you in your wedding dress?” A growl vibrates deep within me. I tighten my grip. “That’ll be fucking torture.”

“Kiss me.” Instinctively, his eyes drop to my lips. “What?” “I’ve always wondered what it’d feel like to kiss you, ever since you turned up to that first Friday night dinner. So kiss me before you go, because if anything happens to you, then at least I’ll know.” I swallow. Shift in my seat. “I’ll know what it feels like to kiss Angelo Visconti.”

“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.”

“But we haven’t even kissed,” I whisper. It sounds pathetic, even to me, because deep down I know that wouldn’t change a thing. “Kiss me then.” The challenge swirls like an eye of a storm in his gaze. I pause. “Okay.” “Okay.”

“And if I don’t?” He pauses, lifts his hand to grip my chin and forces me to meet his molten gaze. “I’ll get on my knees and beg you until you get so sick of me you agree to be mine anyway.”