Chapter 22

• As Devin cleaned his paintbrushes, he looked around the landscape. Coming out and painting in the fresh air had been a good idea. It had been a long time since he’d painted anywhere except in the studio. His mind wasn’t co-operating completely by thinking only of painting. It was bouncing from past to present with a constant annoying pace.
• Devin’s past was one of trials, heartache, and things he didn’t want to relive. Before coming here to work, he refused to believe he was hiding, he had come dangerously close to giving away the only part of himself he held sacred. His heritage. Devin may not be ready to step to the head of the line, but he was in no way ashamed of his family or his kind. He had been one breath from telling Leeann who and what he was when he’d found her with another man—after that he lost his temper and control of his wolf, leaving no need to tell her. She had been repulsed and scared at the same time.
• Stopping, he looked down at his hands. A normal pair of man’s hands holding a paintbrush. At least there was no shaking when he thought about Leeann, that was progress.