The Brazen (Calamity Montana, #3)

by Willa Nash

I’d secretly thought that whoever would take over Gabriel’s estate would be kind and compassionate. That we could reminisce about what a wonderful man he’d been. That together, we could grieve. Instead, I’d been stuck with the Antichrist.

“Say please.” I gritted my teeth. “Please.” “In that case, no.” God, she was loving this, wasn’t she?

“You’re together?” “Yes,” I answered. “Is that a problem?” “Yeah. You don’t belong here.”

What a dickhead

The rooms were beginning to have new memories. When I saw the couch, I thought of Kerrigan, naked with her legs draped open wide. When I walked into the kitchen, I saw her at the stove and Elias in his bouncer with the demon cat as his personal bodyguard.