Sinners Consumed (Sinners Anonymous, #3)

by Somme Sketcher

“Vodka.” My shoulders pull taut. “Since when did you start drinking vodka?” “Since you said you wouldn’t kiss me if I drank whiskey.”

“Sorry, I know as much as you.” “And all I know is that Rafe called my wife and invited her to an impromptu sleepover in the middle of the fucking Pacific on a Monday night.” “And you’re ruining the vibe, babe,” Rory groans, sliding in between me and her ever-advancing husband.

“Or something.”

“I’m off. Got shit to do.” “Like what?” “Like Googling what the fuck groveling means.”

“Three weeks is a long time to be an ass-kissing simp, isn’t it?”

“The Birkin didn’t work then?” I glance behind me to see Rory has joined her husband at the top of the stairs. “Which one?” I grunt back.

Penelope Price for Dummies.

“Rafe, we need to move.” He frowns up at me. “But I like having an ocean between you and everyone else.”