different Bridget. Or maybe I was more interested than you thought. After all, I never asked a scientist to help me escape. And I did get really mad at that wolf.”
“That’s because he was about to commit an atrocity.”
“You’d be surprised about how little most dragons care about atrocities when they don’t involve them,” he said. “No, my reaction to the event was abnormal.”
“I wish you wouldn’t talk about it,” she said. “It’s not something I want to remember.”
“He didn’t get anywhere, did he?”
“No,” she said. “But he almost stole my first kiss—” She cut off as she realized what she’d said, and he couldn’t stop a grin spreading over his face.
“Your what?”
She turned on her heel and stormed away. “Never mind! Now bring that hat and whatever stupid underwear you want and let’s go. We need to get out of here and head to the next town.”
He followed her, wondering why the thought that no one else had kissed her pleased him.
But then the thought of what the wolf might have done to her dawned on him, making him burn with impotent rage.
More and more, he was beginning to think his reactions to Bridget weren’t simply the actions of an indignant friend, but those of a jealous male.
And being jealous about a human female who didn’t even like him was a very weird thing for a dragon.
Amethyst, if you’re out there, you better come soon.
He’d have to remember to keep sending thoughts out as often as he could. Because the way he was starting to look at Bridget, the rage he felt at anyone else touching her, and the way he kept wanting to be close to her were very much the signs of a shifter toward his mate.
And for Alistair, that simply wasn’t possible… was it?
Chapter 6
W hile they were filling up at a gas station, Bridget used her phone to rent a vacation cabin that would be even more isolated than a motel and much harder for someone to track them to. The only problem was it was several hours from the town where they’d bought clothing and food, and it would be evening when they arrived.
But that was a small price to pay for some privacy.
Her heart thudded at the thought of it. Privacy with Alistair. She was seeing whole new sides of him since they’d been together. He could be lighthearted or teasing or snobby or seductive.
Definitely seductive.
She guessed he was aware of his effect on women. He had to be. He came out of the gas station with another bag of snacks in hand, bought with the money she’d given him, and he looked pleased with himself.
“Get in,” she said. “I rented a place, and we need to head out.”
“Sure.” He slid into the seat and buckled up. “Somewhere romantic I hope?”
“I told you, you aren’t getting any.” She rolled her eyes. “Did you get some good snacks?”
“I have no idea what is good or not,” he said. “But I do have to admire the sheer variety of things you have in this world. And how easy to acquire they are. Imagine never having to grow anything or buy from someone who has.”
She swallowed. “I guess that is kind of weird. I mean, farmers just sell to the stores.”
He held up the bag filled with various candies and chips. “None of this came from a farm.”
She laughed. “I guess not.”
He pulled out a bag of beef jerky. “Do you think Scrangey will like this?”
She eyed it. “I don’t know. We should probably stick with the canned stuff I picked up at the last store.”
“Right,” he said, putting it away. He reclined his chair slightly and gazed out the window as she began to drive. It was already cloudy, but as they pulled back onto the freeway, it began to rain, making Scrangey meow as drops loudly covered the windshield and windows.
“It’s okay, buddy,” Alistair said, reaching out and picking up the struggling cat to plant him in his lap. “I’m here.”
She felt slightly touched by Alistair’s protectiveness as he stroked the little cat. No matter what he
“That’s because he was about to commit an atrocity.”
“You’d be surprised about how little most dragons care about atrocities when they don’t involve them,” he said. “No, my reaction to the event was abnormal.”
“I wish you wouldn’t talk about it,” she said. “It’s not something I want to remember.”
“He didn’t get anywhere, did he?”
“No,” she said. “But he almost stole my first kiss—” She cut off as she realized what she’d said, and he couldn’t stop a grin spreading over his face.
“Your what?”
She turned on her heel and stormed away. “Never mind! Now bring that hat and whatever stupid underwear you want and let’s go. We need to get out of here and head to the next town.”
He followed her, wondering why the thought that no one else had kissed her pleased him.
But then the thought of what the wolf might have done to her dawned on him, making him burn with impotent rage.
More and more, he was beginning to think his reactions to Bridget weren’t simply the actions of an indignant friend, but those of a jealous male.
And being jealous about a human female who didn’t even like him was a very weird thing for a dragon.
Amethyst, if you’re out there, you better come soon.
He’d have to remember to keep sending thoughts out as often as he could. Because the way he was starting to look at Bridget, the rage he felt at anyone else touching her, and the way he kept wanting to be close to her were very much the signs of a shifter toward his mate.
And for Alistair, that simply wasn’t possible… was it?
Chapter 6
W hile they were filling up at a gas station, Bridget used her phone to rent a vacation cabin that would be even more isolated than a motel and much harder for someone to track them to. The only problem was it was several hours from the town where they’d bought clothing and food, and it would be evening when they arrived.
But that was a small price to pay for some privacy.
Her heart thudded at the thought of it. Privacy with Alistair. She was seeing whole new sides of him since they’d been together. He could be lighthearted or teasing or snobby or seductive.
Definitely seductive.
She guessed he was aware of his effect on women. He had to be. He came out of the gas station with another bag of snacks in hand, bought with the money she’d given him, and he looked pleased with himself.
“Get in,” she said. “I rented a place, and we need to head out.”
“Sure.” He slid into the seat and buckled up. “Somewhere romantic I hope?”
“I told you, you aren’t getting any.” She rolled her eyes. “Did you get some good snacks?”
“I have no idea what is good or not,” he said. “But I do have to admire the sheer variety of things you have in this world. And how easy to acquire they are. Imagine never having to grow anything or buy from someone who has.”
She swallowed. “I guess that is kind of weird. I mean, farmers just sell to the stores.”
He held up the bag filled with various candies and chips. “None of this came from a farm.”
She laughed. “I guess not.”
He pulled out a bag of beef jerky. “Do you think Scrangey will like this?”
She eyed it. “I don’t know. We should probably stick with the canned stuff I picked up at the last store.”
“Right,” he said, putting it away. He reclined his chair slightly and gazed out the window as she began to drive. It was already cloudy, but as they pulled back onto the freeway, it began to rain, making Scrangey meow as drops loudly covered the windshield and windows.
“It’s okay, buddy,” Alistair said, reaching out and picking up the struggling cat to plant him in his lap. “I’m here.”
She felt slightly touched by Alistair’s protectiveness as he stroked the little cat. No matter what he
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