Summer Love in the City (Summer Instalove)

It struck me as odd that Devin was so upset by the fact that I may have been treated

unfairly because of my gender. It was nice when guys stood up for women, but it seemed

to hit him particularly hard.

Making someone sick to get them out of the way was pretty low. Was there any chance at

all that he could have done it?

After using the washroom, I went back into the bedroom and quickly threw my dress back

on, stuffing my bikini back into my purse.

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” I said quickly. “I forgot that I have an online course in the morning.

I’ll call you in the afternoon or something, okay?”

“Sure, sweetheart, let me drive you home.” He was already reaching for his pants, but I

shook my head. “No, really, it’s fine. I’ll just grab a cab.”

The mixture of concern, hurt, and confusion in his eyes was painful for me to take in. “How

about we compromise?” he said softly. “Let me call you a car, so that I know you’re home

safe?”

“Alright. Thanks.” I had to get out of there as fast as I could before I changed my mind, or

said something I’d regret.

“I don’t know if anything is wrong, baby, but please text me when you get home, okay?”

“Okay.”

I gave him a quick kiss then practically raced to the elevator. I should have been impressed

by the fancy town car out front, with a driver who opened the door for me. But all I could

think about was the big, rough guys who seemed to be Devin’s friends.

Was he in the mob? Or maybe not organized crime, but something shifty like that? Would

he really have people poisoned just to help me?

The second I was inside with the door locked, I sent a text.

Me: Thank you for a wonderful night. Sweet dreams.

Devin: I miss you already, sweet baby. I’ll call you tomorrow. xox

Checking the time, I shouldn’t call my friends at this hour. Well, I could and they would

forgive me, but it wasn’t quite that level of emergency. At least, I hoped it wasn’t.

CHAPTER TWELVE

* Devin *