Page 10 of Accidentally a Dragon Daddy

In there, I would have enough distractions to keep my mind off Damon—and his eyes, the deep blue of open ocean water and with just as much depth in them. Most of it hidden beneath the surface. A man I wanted to forget but couldn’t stop thinking about. A man who had charmed his way into my brain and then left.

I was running from the hurt of waking up alone. It was pathetic to feel so gutted at not being worth round two in the morning. It was just sex, after all.

My body burned with heat and the memory of his touch. It had been just sex, but the sex itself had been unlike anything I’d had before. Maybe that was why I was so upset. Because I knew, going forward, nobody would ever touch me the way he did.

Clenching my teeth against the rising heat in my veins, I went to work loading the SUV to the gills. Rob didn’t stop me. He was too busy looking at his phone.

“What’s so fascinating?” I asked as his shoulders stiffened in response to whatever he saw.

The attempt at humor faded as he looked up, his normally jovial face pale and tight.

Something was very, very wrong.

“Rob?” I asked as he just stared at me. “What is it? You’re scaring me.”

“You don’t know?” he asked in a hoarse whisper so unlike him.

“Know what, Rob?”

He held up his phone. “There’s a warrant out for your arrest, Elanya.”

“My what?” I yelped, snatching the phone from his hand. “What in the hell for?”

“They say you killed someone. The day after you got back.” He swallowed nervously. “Is … is that why you want to go so soon?”

I looked up from the phone in astonishment. “Me? Killed someone?”

Rob’s face twisted in confusion. “You didn’t?”

“What? No!” I shouted, looking down at the phone again. “Of course not, Rob. I’m not a murderer.”

“Okay.” He sighed, relaxing. “I didn’t think so.”

“Who the hell is Charles Lekkohnen?” I said, looking at my supervisor and good friend. “Am I supposed to know that name?”

“I don’t recognize it,” he said.

“They found my DNA at his house?” I shouted. “What? That’s impossible! I don’t know who that is. I haven’t been anywhere but here, my house, the bar, or beyond the lines in months. What the hell is going on?”

Rob only shook his head in confusion. “I have no idea.”

“Am I being framed?” I tugged on my clothes, nervous energy coursing through me. I had to move. To do something.

I started pacing.

“Why would anyone want to frame you?” Rob asked. “It’s such a ludicrous thought.”

“You’re telling me,” I said, trying to keep my breathing calm. It wasn’t easy. It was murder. They thought I’d killed someone. “This has to be a mistake. That’s what it has to be.”

“It probably is,” Rob agreed.

“Thank you,” I said, throwing my arms around him.

“Uh, for what?” he asked, hugging me back without hesitation.

“Believing me,” I whispered. “Without question.”

“Of course. I know you. You couldn’t hurt a fly. You certainly couldn’t go to someone’s house and kill them. That isn’t you. I know that.”

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