There was something wrong with that setting. Something Krystal couldn’t quite get her hands on for the moment but her female instincts were on red alert. It was so unlike the alpha male Devon Mahoney to behave so demurely.
Ever since their dinner last night, the man had haunted her dreams with the scenario replaying over and over in her mind until she could figure the catch. But to no avail. There was something amiss though for a sweet and docile version of Devon screamed danger. Hell, he had literally showered her with praises.
But what really threw her off her game was the fact that she had felt flattered by his insipid words despite knowing he didn’t mean them. Get a grip woman!
She, of all women, should know that if Devon Mahoney turned pure honey, it would definitely mean that he
