Luna of the Last Wolf Pack
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.
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