DEVEREUX'S SHARED OBSESSION
"Get lost, you psychotic control freaks. We’re in the middle of something."
Evander’s jaw tightened, a dangerous muscle ticking in his cheek. But before he could lunge, Chloe stepped out of the dressing room in her original clothes, dropping the emerald dress back onto the rack with a soft thud.
"You know what?" Chloe muttered, flashing a brilliant, sarcastic smile. "Let's catch a movie. I hear there's a romantic tearjerker playing down the block. I'm dying for a good cry."
Thirty minutes later, we were sitting near the back of a dimly lit, upscale theater. The opening credits of a painfully sappy romance were rolling across the massive screen, and I had barely managed to score a box of shar