Sinners Consumed (Sinners Anonymous, #3)

by Somme Sketcher

“Because you’re Rafe’s sister-in-law,” I say to Rory, before turning to Wren. “And every time anyone mentions the name Raphael Visconti, you clutch your chest and call him a gentleman.” I glance up at Tayce, who’s almost finished my milkshake. “And with all those tattoos he has, you’ve seen him naked more times than I have.” “What’s your point?” Tayce asks. “My point is that I thought you’d all be on Team Rafe because you know him better. And also…” I swallow. “I guess I was embarrassed about what happened.” Silence sweeps the table. I feel like such an idiot with all my vulnerability on show like this. I clear my throat, getting ready to crack an awkward joke, but Wren grabs my hand. “I’ll screw up my nose and call him an asshole from now on. Or dickhead, or prick. Whatever you choose.” “And then I’ll tattoo that on him the next time he comes into my shop,” Tayce pipes up. Rory slides into the booth beside her. “This morning, he told me how he left you on the yacht like that, so I dropped a laxative in his tea. He didn’t drink it, but I’ll try again tomorrow. He might be my brother-in-law, and yes, of course I love him, but you’re our friend.” “Friends call friends when they’re sad,” Wren says, giving my hand a squeeze. “You talk to us, cry to us.” “Plot revenge with us,” Tayce says with a wink.

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