No shortage of dragons either.
“Do we care if she’s shifter or human?” I asked, beginning the questionnaire. My phone had already autofilled the basics in for me.
“I don’t,” Nix responded, but his eyes never left the screen. “Do you?”
“No. But what if they don’t know about dragons or shifters?” I prompted.
“They wouldn’t be on this app if they didn’t know about the supernatural side of life, Keir. Some of the human females are looking for specific shifters, in fact. We all have inexplicable desires.”
“Huh.”
I answered all the questions over the next hour or so. Nix and I got a kick out of some of the more detailed profiles and conferred over some of the more sexual ones. We would be sharing a mate and a bed. Swords were bound to cross, but we were not attracted to one another.
“Done,” I said, putting the phone down to stop myself from checking the notifications already.
“Me too. There’s someone out there for us, Keir.”
I nodded and got up. “I know. Let’s allow someone else to try to find her now.”
“Where are you off to?”
“To check the smoker. In the meantime, my dragon requires protein and lots of it.”
Chapter Five
Phoenix
Two days. That was how long I’d made myself stay away from my phone, not wanting to experience the letdown if we didn’t have any matches. Keir took calls on our home phone. Clearly, he was staying away as well.
I carried my phone with me to the kitchen to make breakfast. Keir and I had gone on a long flight the night before, trying to work off some of the extra frenetic energy we always seemed to carry in our bodies. If we didn’t burn it off, it came out in growls and snapping at each other and, once in a blue moon, on our employees. Keir and I understood when that happened and blew it off. My employees didn’t, and they shouldn’t have to.
“Smells good,” Keir grumbled, strolling into the kitchen while stretching his arms. Our human bodies were sometimes left achy after the shift. Our dragons were monstrous both in size and attitude, which took its toll on us.
It was better than holding them in and risking them forcing the change in public and possibly burning down a city or seven.
“Coffee in the pot,” I answered. Hell yeah, my cooking smelled good. It was pancakes and omelets stuffed with some of Keir’s smoked meat and veggies. It would’ve been hard to go wrong.
I waited on my friend to get a full cup of caffeine down before bringing up the subject of the app. Once he poured a second cup, I could no longer contain myself. “Did you check?” I asked, plating our food and bringing it to the table.
“Check what?” he asked, not even trying to contain his laughter. “No. I haven’t checked. Not for a lack of want though. I thought I would wait for you.”
“Here we go.” I sat down and filled my mouth with a big hunk of omelet while I clicked on the app and waited. Then I choked on my food as I realized we had over a dozen matches.
“What? Nothing?” Keir was letting me do the checking while he wolfed down his pancakes, cutting the rounds into even strips and then each strip into thirds. He did the same with waffles. Regimented as hell, my best friend was.
“We have thirteen matches.”
“You’re kidding.” He then brought his phone out of his pocket and did some poking around of his own. “Oh shit.”
I snorted. “Told you.”
He scooped up some eggs and chewed while he scrolled. This went on until our plates were empty. “Oh…” he said, sitting up straighter.
“You see something you like?” I asked, chuckling. One female had caught my attention. She had blonde hair and a nice smile, but her profile made my dragon’s breath hot inside me.
She didn’t just need a mate. She needed protectors in the form of dragon shifters. A specific request that brought up questions in my head. Either she had a specific desire for a dragon shifter, and who could blame her, or whatever she needed protection from could only be defeated by a dragon. Two dragons.
Protection happened to be our forte. Now to see if my best friend thought the same. “Keir?” I asked again, deflecting his attention from his phone.