Sinners Consumed (Sinners Anonymous, #3)

by Somme Sketcher

Rafe reads off the slogan. “Hi, I’m Penny. I just make cents.” He grimaces. “That’s fucking awful. It’s not coming home with us.”

My cheeks grow hot. “No, from baby Jesus himself,” I snap back.

“If I drown, you’re drowning with me. If you burn, I’m burning too. Pick your route to hell, Rafe. The destination and the company are the same.”

“A game is only fun when both people know they’re playing it. Anything else makes you an ass,” I grit out. “You had a million opportunities to tell me you owned it, but you didn’t. And when you did tell me, it was only for selfish reasons.” A fresh wave of anger burns the lining of my stomach. “And the way you told me? Jesus Christ, don’t even get me started.” I storm over to the dresser, snatch up the million-dollar check and wave it around. “What the fuck is this? I’ll tell you what it is; it’s a coward’s way out. You thought I’d take the money and run, and then you wouldn’t have to break it off with me. Newsflash—” I toss the check at his feet. “I’m still here!”