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To anyone who needs the reminder that sometimes the most courageous act is knowing when to accept help.
I pulled my hands down into my lap, gripping them tightly to keep myself from reaching across the table and batting his hands out of the air.
“Ryker’s been shot.”
What happened to hi?
“This is strange,” Orion’s voice came from behind me, low and confused. “Right?” Blaze agreed. “Ryker, you’ve seen 10 Things I Hate About You?” Blaze stood at Ryker’s bookshelf, where he had a few scattered books and DVDs. I pressed my lips together to hide my laugh as Ryker growled at him. “Christmas gift,” Ryker grunted out. “Didn’t have time to get rid of it yet.”
but it was like making eye contact with a radioactive magnet. I felt drawn in to him and like I should run the other way all at once.
“Then take off your pants and sit on my face.”
You’d think someone had chopped off his leg the way he was carrying on.
Still, eyeing the large male to my left, I had to wonder how that trim, full beard would feel tickling my thighs.
“I told you I’m not taking that shit,” I growled. “And I’m telling you, I’m not taking your shit,” she shot back,
“I don’t need you.” “Keep telling yourself that, Mushu.”
“Well, that’s none of my business,” she said, as if Mo didn’t boldly insert herself into every budding romantic relationship in town.
“Oh, look.” Mo leaned back, gazing up at me excitedly. “Your aura is brown!” My brows dipped in confusion as I leaned on my crutches. “What does that mean?” “Must be from your shit attitude.”
All was fine, except for the intense denial this stupid dragon lived in daily.
“Would you like some bait since you’re fishing?”
I had spent a thousand years alone. I knew no other way to be. Listening to Selene share her story — or pieces of it, at least — made me realize for the first time how much of life I was missing out on.
He cleared his throat, seeming almost embarrassed. Why was that so freaking cute?
“Peel yourself away from that dreamy male, get in the shower so we don’t all have to smell his musk on you, and borrow a car of his. Oh, and leave lover-boy at home. He’ll only make a fuss.
I laughed, a high giggle escaping me as I looked down to his right leg, then back up. “No. As your doctor, and the person who would be forced to be your passenger-slash-victim, I can’t permit it.”
“You have a Lambo,” I chuckled, remembering how I’d dissed them last night during the movie. “It’s for sale,” Ryker muttered. “Since when?” My eyes sparkled with mirth.
But my near-fatality had nothing to do with the drive itself and everything to do with the tiny witch perched in the driver’s seat, a smug grin on her face, eyes alight with the joy of the drive. Gods, if she looked that good driving the truck, I wondered how she’d look behind the wheel of some of my other vehicles. Or astride my bike.
“Fire, scorching stuff, terrorizing villagers, whatever you dragons do in your free time.”
“I’ll have you know I haven’t terrorized any villagers in quite some time.” “Oh, my mistake.”
“You got needs, you come to me.”
“You get this wet on your own, Flores?” He nibbled my neck where it met my shoulder, his voice raspy against my skin. “Or is this only for me?”
