Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

“All criminals think that until they get arrested. Why don’t you just… not do anything illegal?” I
suggest. “I’ve just come around to the idea of liking you. I’ll be pretty annoyed if you end up in jail
now.”
He rolls his eyes. “I won’t end up in jail.”
“Right, sorry. Prison. You never bother unless you’re doing something truly heinous, so I’m sure
it would be prison, not jail. Let’s obey the law and avoid both places.”
“The law is so inconvenient sometimes,” he says.
I shake my head at him, but I know at the end of the day he’ll do what he wants.
“It’s sweet that you’re worried about me, though.”
I glance over at his devious little smile and shake my head. “If you end up in prison because you
didn’t listen to me, don’t expect me to write you.”
“You’d write me. You’d have to—how else would I receive those anniversary cards you’re so
looking forward to?”
“That is true,” I murmur.
He nods. “Besides, I’ve already made contingency arrangements in the event I ever got myself in
more trouble than I could get out of. We’ll adopt new names, flee the country on a private jet, and lay
low on a friend’s island for a while.”
“A friend’s island, he says,” I mutter, shaking my head. “You’re too rich. It’s offensive.”
“On the upside, without my having to work, you’d have me all to yourself.”
I press a hand to my chest as if I can’t handle the excitement. “Oh, my. What did I do to deserve
this bounty of good fortune?”
Calvin smirks. “It sounds pretty good to me.”
“That’s because you’re a lunatic.”
“I’m just saying, the worst case scenario isn’t so bad as long as we’re together.”
“Aw,” I murmur by accident, not even being sarcastic. “That’s actually really sweet.”
The smug bastard nods before returning his attention to his phone. “And that’s how I know you’d
write me.”
I roll my eyes realizing he’s probably right. I probably would.
He doesn’t have to be honest all the time and point it out, though. God. So rude.