Daring Devlin (Lost Boys #1) - Jessica Lemmon

Chapter One

Rena

The first time I’d seen Devlin Calvary, I held my breath until my chest inflated like a party balloon. Today hadn’t been any different. The moment I saw his profile when I strode in, I ducked my head and ran for the kitchen. He was like the sun: hot, and he made me squint if I looked directly at him.

Other than the flooring good looks of my boss, my new job had started without a bang. Oak & Sage hadn’t hit a dinner rush yet. My drill-sergeant-like trainer, Melinda, and I were attempting to stay occupied as well as stay out of shift manager Chet’s sight.

“How can anyone take him seriously with that lisp?” she spat. Melinda spat everything. She reminded me of an angry cat most of the time.

I frowned, dusting the broad leaves on one of the fake plants lining the top of the empty booths where she and I were cleaning. Well, where I was cleaning. She was gossiping about everyone she laid eyes on. I didn’t like her all that much, but she was the only coworker I really knew here. I missed my friends at the recently gone-out-of-business Craft Palace. Right about now, we’d be opening a shipment of new scrapbook paper and dishing about the cute delivery guy.

“What if he dated a girl with an ‘S’ at the beginning of her name?” Melinda said, an evil smirk on her face. “Like… Sarah. ‘Sthara, you’re stho sthexthy.’”

I tried not to laugh, but it was funny. Mean, but funny.

“Nervous about tonight?” she asked as I moved to the next plant. “It’s your first time alone.”

“No, I think I can do it.”

“It’s a lot of pressure. Don’t underestimate a Thursday. It’s twice as busy as Friday but in fewer hours. Plus, you have a three-table section.”

I glanced at her uneasily.

“And your tables aren’t in the direct path of the kitchen, so you’ll be double-timing it back there most of the evening.”

I blinked at her. “Are you trying to freak me out?”

She smiled, her eyes holding a lazy-cat look, then her gaze slid over my shoulder. I watched as her smile turned… something. Almost lusty. Then I realized why.

It’s him.

Crazy as it sounded, I could feel whenever he approached. I clutched my dust cloth when his low, commanding voice washed over the air and etched into my skin.

“Melinda, help the hostesses roll some more silverware, will you?”

Devlin Calvary. General manager of Oak & Sage, though I would swear he couldn’t be much older than my twenty-two years. The youngest man who’d ever been in charge of my paycheck was dressed in a suit. He always wore suits rather than the khaki-and-button-down-shirt combo Chet wore. I guess to show he was in charge. But let me tell you, Devlin didn’t need a suit to alert anyone of his authority.

I ran a gaze up and down the length of his lean body, appreciating his height, broad shoulders, and the air of power and control emanating off him like expensive cologne.

When his long, dark lashes gave me a once-over, I felt my throat close off. I’d been introduced to him in passing when Chet hired me. Devlin had merely tipped his chin in acknowledgment.

He hadn’t spoken a word to me since.

“Sure thing.” Melinda pointed to me. “Unless you’d rather Rena do it. She doesn’t know how to do anything else.”

I glared at her, but she didn’t see me, as she was attempting to blind him with the bazillion-watt smile pulling her shiny, red lips. Devlin’s bored expression remained, his chiseled jaw firm.

“Just you. Rena’s…” He lifted his brows and studied the cloth I’d clutched against my chest like a kerchief. “…petting the plants.”

Melinda snapped her head around to me, her dark blond ponytail flicking behind her like the end of a very short whip. He walked away and I continued “petting” the fake orchid in front of me as I watched his legs eat up the long aisle leading to the kitchen.

“You may as well forget about whatever fantasy you’re cooking in your head,” she sneered.

I shook my head in fervent denial—like I suffered any delusions that someone as hot and powerful as Devlin might look at me twice. I knew who I was. I wasn’t the type of girl who snagged the attention of a guy like him.

“He doesn’t date the help,” she continued. “He flirts with me, but I’d never.” She cut a look in the direction he’d disappeared, biting her lip. A brief flicker of longing lit her

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