A Deal with the Devil (The Grumpy Devils, #1)

by Elizabeth O'Roark

“Have you seen the car you drive?” he asks. “I never thought you had your shit together.” I laugh. He’s awful, and I like that about him.

Hayes, on the surface, seems to have everything he wants. Too much of everything he wants. I’ve been judging him for the way he lives, assuming it’s a reckless disregard for what he has. But maybe it’s just a reckless attempt at being content with it.

“It’s going to be hard enough standing next to a bunch of actresses and models. I figured some makeup was necessary.” His eyes flicker over my face. “You’re prettier than any of them even without makeup,” he says gruffly.

“Because,” I say, unable to meet his eyes, “everyone in your life seems to take something from you, and that’s not what friends do. I guess I’d rather be your friend.”

If he was mine, I’d have held on with everything I had.

“I wish my husband would look at me the way he looks at you,” Linda whispers. “Like he could be completely content if he never had to look at anything else.”