The Devil In Us.

er skin. His eyes, like polished onyx, held hers, their intensity making her pulse

releasing her hand but not her gaz

room seemed to shrink, leaving only the two of them. They wove past patrons sipp

wall – a hauntingly beautiful sculpture of shattered glass and twist

d, his voice low and husky. "It

d to face her. His proximity made

rdo continued, his eyes burning with intensity. "The

within her. No one had ever un

whispered, her voi

r an instant, Rory thought he'd kiss her. I

ition. I envision your w

s passion and expertise. His words painted vivid pict

d. Rory's phone buzzed with missed calls from her best friend,

d to a hidden door behind the gallery. "Join

ing resurfacing. But Leonardo's sm

like a twinkling canvas. Leonardo handed her a glass of fine scot

ies between them blurring. Leonardo's eyes seemed

nd husky. "But talent alone isn't enough. One mus

down her spine. What

aned in, his breath caressing her ear

herself standing on the preci