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Rick. I’m not going to pursue her. You know I
don’t do relationships. That wouldn’t be right,” Devon stated. He stood up
prepared to go to his room. This wasn’t something he cared to talk about.
    “Oh, calm down, Dev, I’m only
teasing. You should know I only flirt with her to get a rise out of you. Thank
God you finally admitted it. I don’t know how many more longing looks I can
take,” Vincent said, quickly standing up to block his way. “You know you can
talk to me if you need to, right?”
    “Don’t hold your breath, brother,”
Devon replied with a glare. He shook his head knowing full well Vincent could
sense his agitation. With a low throaty grunt, Devon headed to his room. The
faster he figured out the cause for his attraction to Lark - the faster he
could get rid of it. She was beautiful, but it was much more than that.

Chapter 6
    Devon walked up from the horse
stables. He’d taken on some of Marcus’s duties so he and Emily could prepare
for the ceremony. It was well past dusk and he was exhausted and starving.
    The blinding beam of headlights
rounding down the driveway caused him to shield his eyes. The green SUV stopped
in front of the main house. A familiar head of blonde locks popped out. Her long
golden curls were swept haphazardly into a ponytail, stray strands around her
face. Her red tank top and light jeans fit her snugly. He groaned at how
breathtaking she looked.
    He walked faster, a war raged in him. Should he talk to her,
or flat out ignore her? The wind blew, and Lark’s delicious cinnamon-vanilla
scent invaded his nostrils. Reaching for the car, he saw the assortment of
boxes in the back of her trunk and knew helping her was the only option.
    “Slow day?” He questioned, stopping beside her.
    Lark gasped, and jumped backward, and nearly dropping the
boxes in her hand. He lurched forward, his hand gripped the boxes as well as
her soft fingers.
    “God,” she hissed. Her chest heaved
and her eyes flickered to his. Her cheeks flushed red matching her shirt. “You
scared me. Where did you come from?”
    “Sorry.” Devon adjusted the boxes and took them from her.
Their hands grazed across each other when he pulled away. Heat scorched him
from the innocent touch, and he fought the urge to feel more of her silky
skin.
    Devon cleared his throat, “I
finished up in the stables and was on my way back to the house when you pulled
up. I thought you might need some help.”
    Her blue eyes watched him through tiny slits before lowering
to the boxes. “Oh, um, thank you.” Lark bit her lip and shuffled back and forth
on her feet before picking up the rest of the boxes.
    “So, slow day?” Devon asked again. He shouldn’t be making
conversation, but his brain and mouth didn’t coordinate.
    “Yeah, Fridays are either slow or super busy. There’s no
happy medium, so I never know how to plan. I don’t think anybody here will be
complaining though.” Her eyes met his again, a small smile on her lips. She
abruptly turned back to the trunk and slammed it shut with her free hand.
    “It smells delicious.”
    Lark took a step back from the car,
she opened and closed her mouth seemingly confused. Without a word, she turned
and marched toward the house. Devon sighed. He’d done a wonderful job of
pushing Lark away thus far. Of course she wouldn’t take a compliment in stride.
    “I’ll have the cake ready by five tomorrow or I can just
bring it here. Whatever works for you,” Lark called over her shoulder.
    Devon swallowed, allowing his eyes to linger on the sway of
her body for a moment before catching up to her. “I’ll pick it up. Expect me
before closing. Might as well save you the trip out here.”
    Lark abruptly stopped, and he halted his movements to keep
from running into her. She turned and fixed a haughty glare on him. “I thought
I made my stance clear. You’re apparently not letting it go, are you?”
    “I was actually just trying to be nice, but now that you
bring it