Four Letters (The Lust List: Devon Stone #3) by Mira Bailee Read Free Book Online Page B

photos they want. I find a tow truck guy who can come pick it up and drop it off at a mechanic. I tell him I’ll pay him extra if he can handle all this without me present. All I have to do is say my name and that I’m trying to get rid of the paparazzi before he shows up, and the guy’s more than happy to take care of my car without me.
    Next up, a taxi, so we can get to the diner. Just as I get an answer, one of the paps get in my face.
    “You can tell me. Are you on something? Intoxicated? High?”
    I recognize this jerk. He’s the one I laughed at last time I saw him because he looks like a damn pirate—hoop earring, weird vest. The resemblance must be intentional.
    Not that I have the upper body strength to have any effect, but I shove the guy away from me. I think he’s trying to smell my breath. What a creep.
    I turn away to talk to the taxi service, and Lex squeezes past me, getting in pirate guy’s face. I watch her, worried about whether or not she’ll make things worse.
    “You got a problem, you talk to me.” She’s fearless, inches away from the creeper’s face. “What do you want?”
    A taxi will be here in a couple minutes. Now we just need to get away from these vultures.
    “I’m just doing my job, babe. If Olivia Margot’s wrecking her car in the middle of the day, that’s news. And that news can pay me big bucks.”
    “Hate to break it to you, asshole, but I was the one driving.”
    “And you are?” He lets his camera hang from his neck as he pulls out a cell phone, turning on a voice recorder and holding it toward Lex to catch her next words.
    “Special Agent Iris Copenhagen. I’m on a secret mission with the Queen of Spiked Stilettos here. We’re on our way to the Grand Canyon to—”
    “You’re screwing with me, aren’t you?” the dumb pirate says.
    I stifle my own laughter.
    “No,” Lex keeps a perfectly straight face. “I speak nothing but the truth.” She moves fast, grabbing pirate pap’s phone and chucking it out into the street where it meets its fate with a passing semi truck.
    We all hear the crunch of metal and glass as the phone is pulverized against the pavement.
    “Oops,” Lex says and turns to me. “We ready to go?”
    We start walking a few feet down the road while I keep an eye out for our taxi. Behind us, a pissed off pirate yells at Lex, but she doesn’t even blink.
    A yellow car comes to a stop next to us, and we hop in.
    “Colin’s Diner, and quickly. The paparazzi are following us.”
    The taxi driver tells us it’s no problem and hits the gas. I’m not sure it’s a good idea to leave my broken car with a couple disgruntled paps, but what’s the worst that can happen?
    “Thank you,” I tell Lex. “For stepping up back there. You didn’t have to tell them you were driving.”
    “I never wanted to live down here. Hell, I never wanted to visit down here. But I always thought it’d be fun to tell off the paparazzi. I figured I’d never have the chance.”
    She has this satisfied look on her face, as though we’ve just crossed something off her bucket list.
    “Well, I’m glad I could make your dreams come true.”

We get to the diner only a few minutes late, thanks to the fact we’d left unreasonably early from the apartment. Devon’s waiting on the upstairs terrace. First he spots me, and I get that sexy grin that implies he’s relieved to see me, but then his eyes meet Lex’s, and his expression vanishes.
    “This’ll be fun,” Lex says under her breath.
    “Just wait at the table. Let me talk to him real quick.”
    I walk to Devon, take his arm, and without saying a word, lead him inside to a quiet hallway.
    “What the hell, Olivia?”
    “I know. Don’t be mad.”
    He glares down at me, eyebrows raised.
    “For starters,” I say, leaning up and kissing him. “Welcome back.”
    He softens a little at that, relaxing his shoulders.
    “Now hear me out.” I take a breath, ready to defend all of my good intentions. “She needs