“Do you drive?” I returned the question his way. With a hooded gaze he shook his head. “Dragons fly.” My mind flashed right to the memory of Slade squished into his Lambo or soaring on his bike. “I’m sure nothing compares to flying, but fast cars and bikes are a close second. Or as close as those of us without wings will ever get.” I hadn’t realized that I was leaning toward him until he straightened with the tray and I almost fell onto the bed. “I will take you flying and you can tell me which is better.”
