Page 21 of Princess Seeks Dragon
The rusalka behind me lets out a breathy little moan that sends chills of desire up my spine. It’s been way too long...
“Some more close and personal than the others. Forgive Marina. She’s permanently set on high heat,” Georgia chuckles.
“Any newcomers who’ve arrived in the past day? I’m supposed to meet a friend of a friend—pretty, brown hair, expensive clothes?” I hold out my cell phone and show Georgia the picture that Lawder sent.
“Ooh, a special friend of a friend?” Georgia hints.
“Not even a little. Have you seen her? I know that this place has more news than cable.”
“I don’t recognize her, but—Claire, come here, sweetie.”
I groan inside as the delicious brunette who kissed the Orc comes up to me—and she’s even more beautiful in person.
“This is my sister-in-law, Claire. Claire, this is Graham Kane, Ian’s younger brother. He used to live in Pine Ridge and help run the landscaping business.”
I swallow and nod, trying not to drool, viciously reminding myself that I don’t want a human woman—and I surely don’t want this one. She belongs to Georgie Fenclan, a grumpy green beast of a man who would gladly skin me and serve dragon souffle if I made eyes at his gorgeous, plump little wife.
She’d be a perfect mouthful...
Claire saves me from death by irate Orc by catching sight of the screen I hold towards her. “Oh, Angie! We met her last night.”
“Angie Argento is a friend of a friend. I heard she was coming to town and might need help.”
“She didn’t say what was going on, but yeah, I get the feeling she was in a tight spot.” Claire nods. “Libby and Milo took her under their wings. I told her she’d come to the right town for a fresh start.Idid, and look how it turned out.” She beams and leans against Georgia.
“That’s marvelous. Any idea where she’s staying or how I can get in touch?”
“There’s only one motel in town, Graham. Country Pines.”
“But humans...” I trail off, aware of a line forming behind me.
“Libby took her there. Libby’s husband is Milo,” Georgia says, and to an outsider, it wouldn’t make sense, but to me, it does.
Libby’s husband is a minotaur. She can see him, so she must be able to see the magically shielded Country Pines.
“I’ll see if I can catch her there. Thanks, ladies.” I bow and take my plate and mug to a window table. I’d love to savor this scone, but who knows how long my prey will wait in the trap?
And what am I supposed to do if she doesn’t want to go back to her boyfriend? I have a business to babysit.
Call Lawder. Have someone else handle “convincing” her. All I have to do is locate her.
