Page 152 of Devious Lies (Cruel Crown)
Beckham and his snapped Achilles.
Durant and his torn Achilles.
Why are all these motherfuckers injuring their goddamn Achilles?
I swore, I felt my heels burning.
“Oh, my God. What is that?” Emery stared at Rosco with her nose scrunched up.
It was almost enough to make me laugh.
Almost.
“He’s a Hairless Chinese Crested dog.” Delilah rocked him against her chest. “They get cast in a ton of movies and shows.”
“For their ugliness.” I regarded Emery’s blank shirt again. “Let it be known, they often win competitions for world’s ugliest dog.”
“Hmm… I kind of like him.”
Delilah offered Rosco to Emery, who stroked his naked flesh twice and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
I opened the front door and said, “Delilah, your rat looks like he's ten seconds from pissing himself.”
She took the hint, sparing me a parting arched brow. Rosco barked when she scooped him up. “Come on, baby. Let’s go for a walk.”
Emery rounded on me as soon as I slammed the door shut. “What the fuck, Nash?”
“You’ll have to be more specific than that. To which fuck are you referring?”
“Remove the canvas from the statue.”
The fucking statue. I knew it would bite me in the ass.
I didn’t budge. “No.”
“No?”
I eyed her lips. “Nope.”
Now that I remembered what it was like to kiss, I kicked myself for stopping in the first place.
“That’s all you have to say? We made a deal.”
“Actually, the deal was that you ate, and I found us a centerpiece.” I wandered into the k
itchen. “Neither of us said anything about anyone seeing it before the unveiling. You’d make an awful lawyer, by the way.”
“So, we’re just supposed to design without knowing what it is?” She followed me and propped her hip against the island. “What if it doesn’t go with anything?”
“Nice try. It’s mostly metal. It goes with everything.”
“But—”
“No buts, Emery. It’s non-negotiable.”
“What if it’s ugly?”
“It’s not.”
