Dating A Dragon (The Mating Game Book 2) by Georgette St. Clair Page B

committee is fighting constantly.”
    “Ooh, look, a tourist booth,” she said. The booth was, of course, shaped like a dragon’s head. It was divided into two sections, with a partition between them.
    The left side of the booth was occupied by a female ice dragon with a dragon-shaped name tag identifying her as Darlene, and the right side was occupied by a female fire dragon whose name tag identified her as Laetitia. Both women looked to be in their sixties, although they were undoubtedly much older. Laetitia had her hair piled in a big beehive, and Darlene’s hair was done in a sixties-style flip, with a broad lime-green headband.
    They each had baskets of brochures sitting next to jars of dragon-shaped lollipops. Laetitia’s advertised South Lyndvale, and Darlene’s advertised North Lyndvale.
    “Hello, Dominus Orion,” Laetitia said, nodding respectfully. “I see you’ve brought a guest. Welcome! First time in town?” she added to Cadence. “You’ll want to head south. There’s a wonderful fire show that starts in about half an hour, and the Fatted Calf restaurant is second to none.”
    “Oh, but what you’ll really want to see is the live ice-sculpting show,” Darlene the ice dragon interjected. “And the best home-made ice cream and slushees you’ll ever taste.”
    Laetitia glared at her, and then coughed and “accidentally” set fire to several of the ice dragon’s brochures. “Sorry, I must be catching a cold. Probably proximity to ice dragons. So unhealthy.”
    Darlene sneezed and froze the fire dragon’s brochures in a block of ice. “ Whoopsie. My allergies. ” She sniffed. “Can’t imagine what I’m allergic to,” she said, with a twitch of her nostril. “Maybe all that sulfur.”
    Laetitia gasped in outrage and sucked in a mighty breath. “Sulfur! Why, I never! I’ll have you know—”
    “Ladies!” Orion snapped. “Are we going to have to build another tourist booth? Because it’s getting expensive.”
    They glared daggers at each other, arms folded across ample chests, and ignored him.
    “I can’t wait to see both sides of town,” Cadence said quickly. “First some dinner in the south, then some dessert in the north.”
    “Or you could just eat dessert on the fire side of town – they have fantastic crème brulée!” Laetitia called after her as she and Orion hurried north.
    “The baked Alaska in North Lyndvale is to die for!” Darlene yelled.
    “Good lord, is it always like that?” Cadence stifled a laugh behind her hands.
    “Worse, usually.” Orion shook his head. “That fire dragon back at the booth is my great aunt Laetitia, by the way. Yep. They go at it like cats and dogs.”
    “Hmm,” Cadence mused. “You know, I think I might like to volunteer to be on the planning committee for the Fire and Ice Festival.”
    “Really?” He stared at her in astonishment. “After what you just saw?”
    “Well, it wouldn’t be dull,” Cadence said with a laugh. “And remember, events planning is my thing, and this would be something to put on my resume when I leave.” The thought of leaving, oddly, made her a little sad.
    Orion shook his head. “I guess so,” he said doubtfully. “Which committee would you volunteer for? The fire side or the ice side?”
    “Isn’t there a neutral zone?”
    He scoffed. “Neutral zone? Hello, have you met my family?”
    “Right. Well, I will try very hard to work with both sides. Maybe I can get them to cooperate with each other.”
    He patted her shoulder. “That’s adorable. Do you also believe in pegacorns?”
    “Shut up. The pegacorn is my spirit animal. I had a stuffed pegacorn when I was a little girl. There have been successful matings of pegasi and unicorns, you know.”
    “In the laboratory only. Doesn’t count.”
    “You just had to get the last word in, didn’t you?”
    He smirked at her. “It’s the Dominus in me.”
    They managed to enjoy their dinner and dessert without any further incident – but