Page 20 of Devil Within

“You must be Shiloh.”

She turned around and recognized one of the twins that belonged to Kira. “Yes,” she replied.

“I’m Sinn.”

The patch on his black leather cut designated him as the VP. “I remember you from the diner.”

“Where my lovely fiancée gets to boss people around,” he said brightly.

“She hears you say that, she’ll get bossy on your ass,” his twin replied as he approached.

A dreamy look crossed Sinn’s face. “One could only hope.”

Saint rolled his eyes before focusing that laser stare on her. “Welcome, Shiloh. Jade has told us how valuable you are to the shop. That your ideas have helped to bring in new customers.”

She blinked. “Oh. Thank you. I love working at The Inkpot. I’m lucky he decided to take a chance on me.”

“Next weekend we’re having a club barbecue,” Sinn remarked. “Have Jade bring you. It’s a great way for you to meet everyone.”

“Oh, um,” she stammered. “I don’t want to intrude.”

Sinn waved away her words. “No intrusion, I assure you. We’re all family. You included.”

The words shouldn’t have meant as much as they did, but they chipped a little off the ice she’d built around her heart. Family. All she ever wanted, but never had. Unable to say anything past the lump in her throat, she nodded. Sinn winked at her and with a wave, the brothers continued their way through the crowd.

Suddenly, a prickling sensation washed over her. Like a thousand tiny needles poking her all at once. She looked around, trying to find the source of the disturbing feeling, but couldn’t spot anyone staring at her.

Maybe it was paranoia.

Perhaps her mind was playing tricks on her.

Still, she didn’t like the cold trickle of suspicion sluicing down her spine, so she headed back into the shop.

“You okay?”

She jumped, startled, and spun around, placing a hand over her heart. Jade held up his hands.

“Sorry,” he said quickly. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Shiloh shook her head. “It’s okay. I was just lost in thought.”

He took a small step toward her. When she didn’t flinch or move away, he took another, bringing himself up close. She tilted her head back to look up at him.

“Let me know if anyone bothers you.”

“I will,” she replied.

Neither one of them moved, and for a very brief moment, everything faded away. It was like they were in their own little bubble.

“Why do I feel safe with you?” she whispered, confused. “What makes you different?”

He captured her hand and brought it up to place a warm kiss on her palm before placing it on his chest. Right over his heart. “Because you feel it too.”

“What do I feel?”

“Chemistry. Trust. Maybe even destiny.”

“You believe in destiny?”