Laying on the beach in Tulum in my white thong, I smile at Diablo sitting beside me. He’s crunching numbers on his tablet, preparing to bring Immortal back to full steam. Better to keep your enemy close.
Or buried in the shelter.
He was definitely good-looking, and every time I saw him, I thought of Deacon. It didn’t help that I had spent all morning talking to Sal about our lives being intertwined. He suggested that I was in love—like love, love—with Deacon, and I admitted the truth. I was in love with Deacon Vincent Cruz and had been since we met. I no longer had an excuse to deny my feelings because Sal was insanely in love with Dante.
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