Third POV
Devin Wolfe loved four things in the entire world. Booze, dinosaurs, money, and his mother. All in ascending order, from booze ranking at the bottom of his love pyramid, to his mother sitting pretty at the top.
The only woman in the world who could give him all of the rest, except for dinosaurs, apparently.
But Devin was certain that if his mother could, she would resurrect the dinosaurs from extinction just for his sake — heck, she had gone as far as framing his twin brother for all his crimes, so he knew there was nothing his mom wouldn't do for him.
The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains of his apartment, casting long golden stripes across the tangled sheets.
Devin lay sprawled on his back, one arm lazily draped behind his head, the other resting possessively on Victoria's bare hip.
