Devon Erickson Author Novels & Stories

he asked, sipping the green drink he ordered. “Lately, yeah,” I replied. “Needed somewhere to let off some steam. Life’s been… interesting.” That was a big fat lie. Devon tilted his head. “That a good interesting or bad?” I gave him a flat look. “It’s a soap opera, Devon.” He laughed again, tapping his cup. “Now I’m intrigued.” We talked for another ten minutes, about old classmates, how we both hated statistics, and how he was now part of a start-up that designed eco-friendly sportswear. He was animated, waving his hands when he spoke, eyes lighting up when he talked about his work.

I manage to say. “Emma, hello,” he says with a gorgeous smile, sort of lingering on my name for a bit. “And Kara, it’s nice to meet you. It’s a small town, so of course I’ve seen you both around, but we just never had a chance to formally meet. I’m Devon.” Devon–of course, his name is incredibly sexy. I just sort of smile, and I would have felt like a fool in front of anyone else, but any embarrassment or nervousness just seems to wash away in his presence. I’m completely comfortable with this man.