Corky Bastard
But then she turned back with the brightest smile she could muster, and Enzo was there, studying her closely.
“What’s wrong?” he demanded softly as Alexei and Becca ventured out of the kitchen for the comfort of the living room. “Talk to me.”
“Nothing’s wrong,” She said cheerfully. “Happy Thanksgiving.”
She kissed him, tasting the wine and hoping everything would be fine. Would he be able to tell from a kiss that she hadn’t partaken in the toast?
“Nice try,” Enzo rumbled at her, breaking the kiss and holding her out at arm’s length to look at her face. “You’re a terrible liar, Lilith Rumero. I can smell it on you — something’s wrong.”
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