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From the Inside Flap
Devon stood at the window, arms crossed overhis chest. His broad shoulders were accented by the bright white of the moon.Lark stared at the fine plains of his bare back. She licked her lips, takinghim all in. She shuddered, recalling the way he'd felt pressed against her--theway his lips had caressed hers a day ago.
Lark blinked the images away, thankful for thedarkness that hid the heat creeping across her face. Her throat was parched, andshe pushed the covers back to get a drink of water from the sink.
The cool water alleviated some of the heat asit glided down her dry throat. She pushed the wet strands of hair out of herface and walked to the window. Devon hadn't moved. Preston and the three otherguys lay sound asleep on the floor. They'd been kind enough to give her theonly bed.
Lark joined him at the window. "Do you notsleep?" Her eyes drifted to the door across the street. To think, her sisterwas in that room. Lark wondered if Sarah was okay. Was she sleeping? In pain?Would they hurt her? The list went on and on.
"It's my turn to keep watch. Daniel said theywouldn't leave until morning, but I don't want to risk it." Devon looked overat her for a moment. His eyes slipped down to take in her plaid pants before heturned back to the window.
She'd gone to the store earlier with Preston topick up a few things. They'd both needed the distraction. She normally slept inboy-shorts, but after her run in with Devon the other morning, and consideringshe was sharing a room with all guys, she had thought better.
"Oh, I didn't realize you guys were keepingwatch. I can keep a lookout if you want to rest."
"It's okay. Preston will take over in a fewminutes." Devon shrugged. "I'm used to the late nights; it's actually been alittle bit of shellshock to get used to days. As an EMT, I worked the twelvehour night shift. Most incidents happen at night, you get used to being up allnight. My nights off, I usually spent out too. Vincent likes to party. I wentalong for something to do and to keep him out of trouble."
"I can see that about Vincent. I bet you'veseen some interesting things on your job."
Devon smiled, the moonlight glittering in hiseyes. "People never cease to amaze you. I've seen the traumatic to thedramatic."
Lark laughed. "I can imagine. You see storieson the news every so often where someone calls 911 for a cheeseburger, orsomething ridiculous like that."
"Those are the people who don't understandthe exorbitant bill they get in the mail for our services either," Devonchuckled.
The smile lit his entire face, giving her arare glimpse of him. Lark wondered what had happened in his past to make him sodistant. Slowly, he seemed to be opening up to her. She hoped he continued todo so.
"I'm sure you get interesting characters inThe Cookie Jar."
"Yeah, about half my customers are regulars.It's kind of nice getting to talk to everyone. You'd be amazed what people tellyou, though. I've heard so many things that I really didn't want to know." Larkplaced her hands on the windowsill, leaning forward. She peered out the sheercurtains. Her thoughts drifted back to Sarah and Emily; at least they hadeach other.
"They won't hurt her."
Lark looked up at him, surprised. It took amoment to register his words. She nodded and sighed, her eyes darting back tothe door across the street. The road seemed to stretch endlessly. It felt likemiles separated them instead of mere feet. She would feel better once she couldhold Sarah in her arms again.
"Have you ever thought about becoming adoctor or a nurse? You know, taking your training to the next level?" Larkneeded a distraction and she was curious about Devon.
"My bedside manner sucks."
Lark met his smile. "But would you?"
Devon leaned forward before rocking back onhis heels. "I don't know. I never really thought about it."
Lark nodded. "I always enjoyed baking. Inever in my life thought I'd own my own bakery. But I couldn't imagine doinganything else now."
"I do like the blueberry muffins."
"You guys seem to have a sweet tooth. Well,actually, I've noticed you guys eat just about anything."
Devon laughed. "It's our metabolism.Especially when we shift a lot, it makes us hungry."
"I can tell." Lark looked over at him. "Doyou do it often? Shift, I mean?"
"I try to once a day. Some days, like when I worked,I couldn't. The wolf is a part of who we are. Shifting is important for ourmental wellbeing. As a rule, we try to shift three to four times a week. Theonly exception is when women are pregnant. The shift is harmful to the fetussince the body transforms from a human into a wolf."
"Does it hurt when you change?" Lark couldn'tstop herself from asking.
"It's a pleasure pain."
"I imagine it's exhilarating."
"You really are genuinely interested, aren'tyou?" Devon turned to her, eyes locked on hers.
Lark swallowed at the intensity of his gazeand lowered her eyes to the floor. "I...I'm not trying to be rude."