Page 44 of Dragon Detective

“I can’t imagine her business does well enough to make me much of an offer, and she’s never come across as someone who’d like to get into development.”

“She said she got money in the divorce. If she invested it well, she could’ve grown it over the past eight years.”

“This seems rather farfetched for a motive, but we’ll keep her on the list. Did you discover anything else?”

He studied his phone. “Only that Grant Murray was trying to get Justin to sell the building to him before he died. The information I discovered suggests they’d even made a verbal agreement. That, of course, wouldn’t hold up with his daughter after he died.”

“Maybe he signed something. I can look through the library.” I shared how Justin used it as an office.

“Has Grant tried to get inside the house to look for something like that himself?” Reylor asked, settling back in his chair and stretching out his long legs.

I admired his lightly haired legs and the muscles rippling beneath his skin and tried not to swoon.

“Hannah?” he asked with a sultry smile.

I dragged my mind back to the topic. “Not legally. And while there’s evidence someone is entering my building to vandalize it and play odd tricks with my lights and plumbing, I’ve found no evidence anyone has searched the library. I sit there a lot, and I use the desk. If someone searched, I would’ve noticed.”

“I haven’t learned anything else.” He turned off his phone and laid it on the table between us. “Would you like to get ready for our first flight? The exhibit opens at four. We can take a tour and then get something to eat at Kraken’s Keep.”

I hadn’t eaten there yet, though I’d looked at the menu online. Their prices were a bit beyond what I was comfortable paying for even a wonderful meal. “That would be nice. I don’t mind Monstrous Munchies, either. It’s not quite so . . . fancy.” Expensive, that is.

“I took a chance and made a reservation at Kraken’s. We can sit on the deck and look at the sea.” His delicious smile flashed. “Or stare into each other’s eyes.”

My chuckle burst out, and I loved that his light tease eased my tension. “Alright. Kraken’s Keep it is. Be prepared for some staring.”

“Already ready, sweetheart,” he rasped. “More than ready.”

I stood and looked down at my scuffed shorts and t-shirt. “I need to change. What does someone wear while flying?”

“Me? Nothing.”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t think you’re going to turn me on by showing me your dragon peen.” Although . . .

“Maybe my dragon doesn’t have a peen.”

I paused with my hand on the front door. “You don’t?”

He rose and strode over to stand close to me, pretty much pressing me against the wooden door. I found I liked it when he did stuff like that, plus the slightly alpha way he spoke and the way he did his best to bring out the passion I’d kept hidden.

He feathered his mouth along my neck, not stopping until he reached my earlobe that he flicked with his tongue. With any other guy, I’d be cringing and swiping the wetness away.

With Reylor? I wanted to drag him back to the library desk for round two.

“What’s with your fascination with my peen?” he drawled. “I’ll be happy to show you both if you ask sweetly.”

“Your dragon peen must be huge.” Why wasn’t I letting this go? I didn’t care about a beast’s cock.

“It’s proportional, like the rest of me.”

“We need to stop talking about peens,” I said, trying to sound prim and proper about this. My trembling mouth gave me away.

We both burst into laughter.

“Wear something sexy,” he said.

“If I wear a dress, people will be able to look up my skirt.”

“They won’t see much.”

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