Play Hard (The Devil's Share Book 5)
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“Why would you want to do that?”
I held my hand out, letting my diamond catch the moonlight. “I don’t want to steal their thunder or anything.”
He glanced over at me. “This isn’t a Friends episode, Pix. We won’t be stealing their thunder.”
I gave him a sad smile. “Seriously, kid? Do you know any pop culture references that don’t make you sound like a sixteen-year-old chick?”
“No.” He dipped his chin. “But I want to tell everyone tonight anyway. We’ll wait until after Smith tells us he knocked up Dill.” I leaned over and kissed his cheek. There were still days when I woke up and pinched myself. I couldn’t believe that this was my life. I was so damn lucky.
After New York, Louie, my mom, and I went back to Miami. I dove headfirst into helping her get packed and ready to make the move to NYC. But I was miserable. I missed Luke more than I ever thought possible. I’d been putting on a brave face, playing it cool when we Skyped every night, but it was hard. Then one day I came home from running errands to find my whole house loaded in a moving van and a plane ticket on my kitchen counter.
Turned out, he missed me too.
The house in Austin was perfect. It was everything I would have picked if I’d had a hand in designing it. My stuff fit in seamlessly, and I’d started collecting art again. Special pieces here and there when I found them were slowly filling the walls of our home. The only piece Luke had when I moved in was this really badass blown-up print of a shattered Jäger bottle. Once I found out it was Lexi’s work, I’d asked her to do something similar for my new office at Riffraff.
Three days later, there was a large black and white print of the band standing behind a bar, half empty liquor bottles everywhere. Dash, Smith, and Jacks were all looking at Luke, laughing and shoving him. And he was looking past the camera with this giant grin on his face. At the bottom of the print, in large script she’d handwritten I didn’t have a choice. I’d instantly teared up, remembering her words from all those months ago.
The difference between loving someone and being in love with them?
One was a choice.
And one wasn’t.
This isn’t the end. Not yet anyway.
Coming soon, Play for Keeps.
Go on one more wild ride with the Devil’s Share.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
L.P. Maxa lives in Austin, Texas, with her husband, daughter, three rescue dogs, one stray cat, and a fish that keeps dying and she keeps replacing so her toddler doesn’t notice. She loves reading romance novels as much as she loves writing them. She’s new to the writing game but has published four books in her first year alone. Inspiration can come from anywhere: a song lyric, a quote, a weekend with friends. The tiniest things spark amazing stories.
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