help each other. Isn’t that right, Scrangey?” He turned back to look at the cat, who was napping in the backseat. “That guy sleeps too much.”
“He’s a cat,” she retorted.
He went back to watching the road as she drove, taking street after street into a small town with buildings and signs everywhere.
“We’ll stop here.”
They got out of the car, cracked the windows for Scrangey, and walked toward the store in front of them.
Alistair read Bridget’s mind constantly in order to hear what she called the things around her so he could learn modern terms. The last thing he wanted was to stick out any more than he did. And with his knee-length, cut-off pants and odd shirt, plus long hair, that was a lot.
She walked straight back to the clothing area, and he saw her rifling through men’s clothing. He didn’t know what to pick, so he trusted her.
When she had an arm full of choices and had looked him up and down enough to feel satisfied they were the right size, they moved to a long rack of clear plastic bags hanging up that held small articles of clothing.
Her hair was back in a clean ponytail. She’d showered this morning, and he liked the blue jacket she wore. It brought out her nice skin, which was lightly dusted with freckles. With her hair out of the way, he could see more of her face.
It was a face he was coming to really like.
She caught him looking at her, and a deep flush moved over her cheeks as she gestured to the racks, stepping back. “I think you should pick out your underwear.”
He grinned. “What if I don’t wear any?”
She flushed deeper. “You’re going to.”
“Hm,” he said, looking at the pictures on the rack. “I don’t know if these are going to fit a dragon’s… endowments.” He enjoyed the way she was trying not to react to his teasing. The squirm as she turned away, her eyes still following him. “Then again, should I wear tighter ones that support me or looser ones that aren’t as attractive should I get to show them to someone?”
“It’s unlikely you’re going to show someone while we’re on the run, isn’t it?”
He gave her what he hoped was a rakish grin. “Maybe there’s someone I’m hoping to show them to.”
“Oh, please,” she said. “Stop flirting. I’m aware of what the humans you probably go for look like, and I’m not going to be your fallback in the meantime.”
He walked in front of her, holding several bags of underwear just to be extra awkward. “Wait a second. Who do I go for?”
“Gorgeous girls probably,” she said, gesturing at him disdainfully. “Ones like you. Tall, slim. Fit.”
“You think I’m fit?” he asked.
“You’re muscled,” she grumbled.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It is, because you’re clearly full of yourself. And you can get whatever underwear you want, because it doesn’t matter to me. I’m not seeing it.” She turned to glare at him. “We’re just helping each other. I’m here to help Lana. Not hook up with a dragon.”
“What if you could do both?” he asked, following her back to a section full of hats. “What if we could be good together?”
She glared at him and then started grabbing hats off the shelf, plonking them on his head, frowning, and taking them off again. “You and I both know we would never be a pair. Heck, we never would have talked if you hadn’t been in the dungeon where I happened to be working.”
“Maybe it was fate,” he said, grabbing a hat from the top shelf and pulling it on. “What do you think?”
She squinted. “It’ll be fine. Let’s go.”
He caught her by the hand, and she turned back to him in surprise, her cheeks heating cutely again. He pulled her in closer. “And just for your information, I’d like to try it.”
She jerked away, her breathing rapid, and glared at him. “You weren’t like this in captivity. You weren’t interested in anything but me helping you escape.”
“Yeah, but maybe I’m seeing a
“He’s a cat,” she retorted.
He went back to watching the road as she drove, taking street after street into a small town with buildings and signs everywhere.
“We’ll stop here.”
They got out of the car, cracked the windows for Scrangey, and walked toward the store in front of them.
Alistair read Bridget’s mind constantly in order to hear what she called the things around her so he could learn modern terms. The last thing he wanted was to stick out any more than he did. And with his knee-length, cut-off pants and odd shirt, plus long hair, that was a lot.
She walked straight back to the clothing area, and he saw her rifling through men’s clothing. He didn’t know what to pick, so he trusted her.
When she had an arm full of choices and had looked him up and down enough to feel satisfied they were the right size, they moved to a long rack of clear plastic bags hanging up that held small articles of clothing.
Her hair was back in a clean ponytail. She’d showered this morning, and he liked the blue jacket she wore. It brought out her nice skin, which was lightly dusted with freckles. With her hair out of the way, he could see more of her face.
It was a face he was coming to really like.
She caught him looking at her, and a deep flush moved over her cheeks as she gestured to the racks, stepping back. “I think you should pick out your underwear.”
He grinned. “What if I don’t wear any?”
She flushed deeper. “You’re going to.”
“Hm,” he said, looking at the pictures on the rack. “I don’t know if these are going to fit a dragon’s… endowments.” He enjoyed the way she was trying not to react to his teasing. The squirm as she turned away, her eyes still following him. “Then again, should I wear tighter ones that support me or looser ones that aren’t as attractive should I get to show them to someone?”
“It’s unlikely you’re going to show someone while we’re on the run, isn’t it?”
He gave her what he hoped was a rakish grin. “Maybe there’s someone I’m hoping to show them to.”
“Oh, please,” she said. “Stop flirting. I’m aware of what the humans you probably go for look like, and I’m not going to be your fallback in the meantime.”
He walked in front of her, holding several bags of underwear just to be extra awkward. “Wait a second. Who do I go for?”
“Gorgeous girls probably,” she said, gesturing at him disdainfully. “Ones like you. Tall, slim. Fit.”
“You think I’m fit?” he asked.
“You’re muscled,” she grumbled.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It is, because you’re clearly full of yourself. And you can get whatever underwear you want, because it doesn’t matter to me. I’m not seeing it.” She turned to glare at him. “We’re just helping each other. I’m here to help Lana. Not hook up with a dragon.”
“What if you could do both?” he asked, following her back to a section full of hats. “What if we could be good together?”
She glared at him and then started grabbing hats off the shelf, plonking them on his head, frowning, and taking them off again. “You and I both know we would never be a pair. Heck, we never would have talked if you hadn’t been in the dungeon where I happened to be working.”
“Maybe it was fate,” he said, grabbing a hat from the top shelf and pulling it on. “What do you think?”
She squinted. “It’ll be fine. Let’s go.”
He caught her by the hand, and she turned back to him in surprise, her cheeks heating cutely again. He pulled her in closer. “And just for your information, I’d like to try it.”
She jerked away, her breathing rapid, and glared at him. “You weren’t like this in captivity. You weren’t interested in anything but me helping you escape.”
“Yeah, but maybe I’m seeing a
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