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He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Maybe next time, angel face. Let me know if you want to hang out after dinner.”

I let out a small, disappointed sigh as he walked away, my heart squeezing. I couldn’t help but appreciate how beautiful the man was, his muscular outline highlighted by the sky turning a pink and orange hue that had me wanting to take a picture of the moment. I was going to figure this out. Every time he pushed me away, it just reaffirmed the necessity of getting through to him and figuring out why he was acting like this.

Turning, I found Dermot staring at me with an unreadable expression. Then again, I’d just met the man, so he could be feeling nothing and just staring at me. Somehow I didn’t think that was likely. The man seemed to vibrate with emotion.

“So, Dermot.” I drew closer, walking past the twins and King talking, asking the man the first question that popped in my head. “How old are you?” Call me crazy, but this man did not look like he had just gotten out of high school. None of the guys really did… but more so him than even King.

“Twenty,” he answered smoothly.

“So are you here to work with King at the family business?” I asked curiously, hoping he wouldn’t leave before I could get to know him better.

What? He seemed interesting!

“Probably.” He nodded, seeming to gauge my response.

“Well,” I offered a cheeky smile, “welcome, officially, to Wildberry Lane. Fair warning, my mother will probably be bringing over a welcome basket tomorrow. I promise you, she is super nice, but she will probably ask you about your entire life, so be prepared.”

He chuckled, flashing a full smile, and the feeling that warmed my chest had me knowing that Dermot was going to be a problem. Luckily, my mom stepped out onto the porch right there and then, stopping me from staring at him and his perfect laugh like an idiot.Mom to the rescue.

“Honey, we have dinner in an hour.”

“That’s my cue,” I explained. “See you in a bit, boys. King, I am so glad you’re home.”

“Don’t kill Yates tonight, princess.” His grin was sexy and dangerous.

I didn’t answer but instead just smiled.

Undetermined.


Tags: M. Sinclair The Shadows of Wildberry Lane Erotic