Wanted by Her Lost Love

Ryan chuckled and looked up to see Dev holdinga glass of wine in one hand, his other shoved into thepocket of his slacks.“Yeah, they do.”Dev’s mouth twisted in annoyance and Ryanchuckled again. Devon himself wasn’t very far awayfrom a trip down the aisle, and he wasn’t taking itwith good grace. Still, he couldn’t resist needling hisfriend.“Copeland still putting the screws to you?”“And how,” Devon muttered. “He’s determined forme to marry Ashley. He won’t budge on the dealunless I agree. And now that we’ve relocated theresort and begun construction, I’m ready to get onwith the next step. I don’t want him to lose confidenceover this blown deal. Problem is, he’s insisted on adating period. He wants Ashley to be comfortablearound me. I swear I think the man believes he livesin the eighteen hundreds. Who the hell arranges amarriage for their daughter anymore? And why thehell would you make marriage a condition ofbusiness? I can’t wrap my head around it.”“There are worse women to marry, I’m sure,” Ryansaid, thinking of his own narrow escape.