She’s led a sheltered life and trusts
too easily. The last thing she needs is for someone who knows nothing about our
situation misguiding her. Now, is there anything else you need for the cake?”
A surge of anger coursed through
her veins. How dare he dismiss her like that? How dare he come and ask for a
cake for Emily and tell her to stay out of his sisters business?
“Rick, Gene, and Preston are like
family to me. Hell, everyone on that ranch is family. Sarah and Preston are in
love with each other. You have another thing coming if you think we’re just
going to walk away from them. You don’t turn your backs on your family when a
crisis occurs. And I think Emily is more than capable of living her own life
without your…your oppression.”
Devon nodded, his mossy green-blue
irises pierced her, and she gulped nervously under his scrutinizing gaze. “Your
only interactions with werewolves have been through Rick. I assure you, not all
of us are like him. We live in a far more dangerous world than you can possibly
comprehend. Emily is young and naïve and has no idea how the world really works.
She has spent her entire life sheltered, and has no grasp of what our situation
is. You don’t need to plant ideas into her head,” he reiterated with a snarl.
Lark inhaled a deep breath in an
attempt not to lose her cool. She was perfectly capable of taking care of
herself. She did not need some chauvinistic pig telling her what to do. Furthermore,
the way he talked about Emily was downright offensive. “You know I was under
the impression that Emily left her old home for a new life. It seems to me she
just exchanged who was going to dictate it,” she said, her nostrils flaring as
her voice rose a few octaves.
He opened his mouth to say
something but she cut him off.
Smacking her hands down on the
desk, she stood up. “Anything can be dangerous - anything can happen to a
person at any time. My parents are proof of that. They were killed on New
Year’s Eve coming home from a party. A drunk driver ran a red light, and hit
them head on. I refuse to live a sheltered life, because of things that might happen. So don’t you dare come into my bakery and presume to tell me what I can
and cannot do.”
By the time she’d finished her
rant, the sting of flames engulfed her face. She couldn’t remember the last
time she’d been this worked up. Lark stood up to go to her file cabinet in an
attempt to distract herself from her anger, and Devon’s irate glare. She’d
clearly struck a nerve, well, so had he.
“I admire that you’re a strong
individual, Lark, but you truly have no idea what you’re in for. Stay away from
Emily,” he said in a low throaty growl. He stood quickly, the chair screeching
against the tile floor as it moved backwards from the abruptness. “I’ll pick up
the cake Saturday before close.”
“Fine,” she seethed, turning back
to scowl at him.
Devon shot daggers at her, balling
his hands into tight fists, as he stalked off. She sucked in a shaky breath. That
had been one intense meeting. Well, at least now she knew for sure that even
though he was sexy as sin, his macho attitude and controlling ways were a huge
turn off. The man was an ass.
Despite everything, she couldn’t
deny that her body still found him attractive. She couldn’t decide if she
wanted to pummel him or slam him against the wall and have her wicked way with
him. God, Sarah was right, she needed to get laid. Maybe she should call
Grant.
She sucked in a deep breath and got
out her cell to call him before she lost her nerve. They’d had something once.
It wouldn’t hurt to see if something was still there. They could meet for
drinks Saturday night. The liquor would help calm her nerves.
***
Devon made his way back into the
house. How had getting a simple cake turned into such an ordeal? That meeting
had not gone as planned. What made it worse was Lark comparing him to Emmett. At
first he had wanted to berate her, tell
too easily. The last thing she needs is for someone who knows nothing about our
situation misguiding her. Now, is there anything else you need for the cake?”
A surge of anger coursed through
her veins. How dare he dismiss her like that? How dare he come and ask for a
cake for Emily and tell her to stay out of his sisters business?
“Rick, Gene, and Preston are like
family to me. Hell, everyone on that ranch is family. Sarah and Preston are in
love with each other. You have another thing coming if you think we’re just
going to walk away from them. You don’t turn your backs on your family when a
crisis occurs. And I think Emily is more than capable of living her own life
without your…your oppression.”
Devon nodded, his mossy green-blue
irises pierced her, and she gulped nervously under his scrutinizing gaze. “Your
only interactions with werewolves have been through Rick. I assure you, not all
of us are like him. We live in a far more dangerous world than you can possibly
comprehend. Emily is young and naïve and has no idea how the world really works.
She has spent her entire life sheltered, and has no grasp of what our situation
is. You don’t need to plant ideas into her head,” he reiterated with a snarl.
Lark inhaled a deep breath in an
attempt not to lose her cool. She was perfectly capable of taking care of
herself. She did not need some chauvinistic pig telling her what to do. Furthermore,
the way he talked about Emily was downright offensive. “You know I was under
the impression that Emily left her old home for a new life. It seems to me she
just exchanged who was going to dictate it,” she said, her nostrils flaring as
her voice rose a few octaves.
He opened his mouth to say
something but she cut him off.
Smacking her hands down on the
desk, she stood up. “Anything can be dangerous - anything can happen to a
person at any time. My parents are proof of that. They were killed on New
Year’s Eve coming home from a party. A drunk driver ran a red light, and hit
them head on. I refuse to live a sheltered life, because of things that might happen. So don’t you dare come into my bakery and presume to tell me what I can
and cannot do.”
By the time she’d finished her
rant, the sting of flames engulfed her face. She couldn’t remember the last
time she’d been this worked up. Lark stood up to go to her file cabinet in an
attempt to distract herself from her anger, and Devon’s irate glare. She’d
clearly struck a nerve, well, so had he.
“I admire that you’re a strong
individual, Lark, but you truly have no idea what you’re in for. Stay away from
Emily,” he said in a low throaty growl. He stood quickly, the chair screeching
against the tile floor as it moved backwards from the abruptness. “I’ll pick up
the cake Saturday before close.”
“Fine,” she seethed, turning back
to scowl at him.
Devon shot daggers at her, balling
his hands into tight fists, as he stalked off. She sucked in a shaky breath. That
had been one intense meeting. Well, at least now she knew for sure that even
though he was sexy as sin, his macho attitude and controlling ways were a huge
turn off. The man was an ass.
Despite everything, she couldn’t
deny that her body still found him attractive. She couldn’t decide if she
wanted to pummel him or slam him against the wall and have her wicked way with
him. God, Sarah was right, she needed to get laid. Maybe she should call
Grant.
She sucked in a deep breath and got
out her cell to call him before she lost her nerve. They’d had something once.
It wouldn’t hurt to see if something was still there. They could meet for
drinks Saturday night. The liquor would help calm her nerves.
***
Devon made his way back into the
house. How had getting a simple cake turned into such an ordeal? That meeting
had not gone as planned. What made it worse was Lark comparing him to Emmett. At
first he had wanted to berate her, tell
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