Breaking Headboards and Resolutions!Excerpt from Out of the...

Breaking Headboards and Resolutions!
Excerpt from Out of the Shadows -
Lark sealed the order of cupcakes shut and placed it on the counter. It had been a grueling week, and she was glad it was Saturday. Thankfully, she had two interviews scheduled for next week. There were two part-time positions that needed filled, hopefully everything panned out.
The bakery was closed on Sundays and it was her only day off. Six days a week didn’t bother her, but working twelve or more hours a day for six days took a lot out of a person.
Sundays had always been a fun day for her family. A tradition Sarah and her continued to this day. Their parents were gone but the two of them remained closely knit despite the six-year age gap. They would spend the entire day together before going to the Harris estate for dinner.
Rick Harris had been her father’s closest friend. Even after his death, the kindhearted man had gone out of his way to look out for the two of them. He even guided her with the business. She suspected Rick was lonely. His own wife had passed away years ago and his two sons Preston and Gene were all grown up.
The chime of the bell on the front door clanged, alerting her that someone had come in. She walked out to the large white front counter, dusting the flour off her red apron to no avail.
“Good afternoon,” she smiled looking at the four patrons. Her gaze drifted to Devon, who lagged behind the other three, his eyes lingered on the murals of cakes, pies, cookies and muffins that adorned the yellow walls.
“Hi.” The brown haired guy smiled, his green eyes shining, as he approached the counter. “I’m Vincent. This is Emily, Marcus, and I think you met Devon.” He pointed to each person with the introduction. His hand extended to her. “I hear you’re the lady who dropped by the house last night with those amazing muffins and cookies.”
“Yeah,” Lark smiled, shaking his hand. “I’m Lark.” It was no secret her baked goods were a hit at the ranch. Her knowledge of werewolves wasn’t much, but from what she could tell they ate a lot.
“We thought we’d stop in for an afternoon snack,” Vincent said, focusing on the case of baked goods. “Now I just have to decide what to get.” He winked.
Lark smiled at him. Ironically, the man who caught her eye out of the group, lurked back by the door. The lack of a social life over the last few years made it hard for Lark to tell if Vincent was just overly personable or if this was his way of flirting. She hoped he was just being friendly.
Vincent was tall with dark brown hair and emerald colored eyes. Tall, dark and handsome, he fit the exact description of every boyfriend she’d ever had. Yet, he didn’t give her the warm tingles that a certain brooding sandy haired man in the back of the shop did. Devon looked more mature and simply appealed to her more. Vincent seemed younger than her, not as young as Sarah, but he seemed carefree.
“So, are you all staying with Rick?” she asked curiously. It had been almost a year since she’d seen a new face at the Harris ranch.
Lark flicked her gaze to Devon, who was leaning against the glass window next to the door. He looked even more devilish in the daylight than the night before. The black shirt he wore detailed the fine plains of his chest, and his dark jeans sat low on his hips.
Devon’s blue-green eyes met hers and heat crept across her face, having been caught staring. Embarrassed, she bit her lip and looked away.
“Rick is Dev’s uncle, and we will be staying for the foreseeable future,” Vincent chimed in. He tapped on the glass case “Can I get five of the chocolate cupcakes and two of the double chocolate chip cookies, do you guys want anything?” he asked turning to look at his companions.
Lark did a double take on his firm muscled body, all that was for him? She knew that they ate a lot, but didn’t realize their sweet tooth was so profound. Especially since every werewolf she’d ever met was more than physically fit.
“I’ll take an orange muffin please,” Emily said quietly, a small, shy smile on her face.
“I’ll have one too,” Marcus added, wrapping his arm around the brunette and placing a kiss to her temple.
Lark took out their order and placed it in a box. She chanced a glimpse toward Devon. He remained poised quietly in the same spot. With a sigh, she went to the register and rung them out. She really needed to stop staring at him. The man stood next to the door like he was ready to flee for his life. If that didn’t scream not interested then what did?
“So, I hear we get the honor of your company for dinner tomorrow night, I’m looking forward to it.” Vincent said, drawing her attention back to him.
“Sarah and I come over every Sunday,” Lark smiled.
Emily took a step forward. “Your sister is really sweet. I met her the other night.”
“Thanks.” Everyone loved Sarah. She was personable and friendly, without being over the top.
“Not quite as sweet as you,” Vincent smirked, his hand brushed against hers as he handed her the money.
Definitely flirting. Heat crept across her face as she stared down at the register embarrassed. Why did the wrong brother have to be interested in her? Why did Devon seem so anti-social? Was it her, or something else?
“Are we ready?” Devon grumbled, rolling his eyes. He pushed off the window, and placed his hand on the door.
“Well, see you tomorrow, Lark, it was lovely meeting you,” Vincent said, taking the box of goods from her.
Lark sighed as the door clicked shut. She slumped against the counter. What was Devon’s deal? He seemed so standoffish while the rest of them had been pleasant and friendly. Perhaps she would find out tomorrow.
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