Chapter 9Night deepened. A bright sliver of a moon stared through Devin's bedroom window, illuminating his wide-open eyes. Sleep once again eluded him, tortured as he was by thoughts of Harry, of kisses that grew in heat and intensity with every passing day, of deepening feelings and tender memories. Today we talked as though we planned to marry. How can I go so quickly from not wanting marriage anytime soon to thinking about nothing else? What changed my mind?
Harry did. His sweet-faced, dark-haired lady had turned Devin's world completely upside down. And I wouldn't change a thing. Only one negative remained… an ache in his loins that wouldn't go away. Another reason to consider moving this forward a bit faster. If she wants a fancy ceremony, I might be out of luck, but for something hu
