Page 3 of Dragon Detective

I nodded. As I stared down the hall, my eyes widened.

Forget the cute ice lord. Who wasthis?

Elrik and another male joined us in the reception area.

The second guy had to be Reylor. I took in his gorgeous dark auburn hair, the muscles straining against his simple dark gray t-shirt, and the killer smile he flashed my way.

Wait. Dragon shifter? Like, did he turn into a dragon, or did he sprout wings, a tail, and maybe fangs? Breathe a little fire here and there?

Another thing I couldn’t ask.

“What can I do for you?” Reylor asked in a smooth drawl that coasted across my skin like the finest silk, his attention completely focused on me.

I kept making little gasping sounds, something that was beyond embarrassing. “You’re . . .” I swallowed hard, my skin overheating when I croaked.

“Reylor Crandish,” he said. “One of the staff detectives.” His hand jutted out as smoothly as his voice.

I took his hand and sparks flashed from his skin to mine, traveling up my arm where they entered my chest and zippedaround like ping ponging bolts of lightning. For a second, I worried I was going to keel over.

Get a hold of yourself, Hannah!

I stiffened my spine and blinked up at Reylor. “I’m Hannah Everett. I’m in dire need of your help.”

Reylor nodded solemnly. “Why don’t you come to my office, sweetheart, where you can explain.”

“Yes. Office. Explain,” I said in a limp voice. Sure, he was gorgeous. But he wasn’t so attractive that I should be having such a bizarre reaction to his simple touch. “Don’t call me sweetheart,” I said firmly. “It’s patronizing.”

“Only if I don’t mean it.”

I blinked up at him. “Doyou mean it?”

His smile widened, and my knees started quaking. This guy was trouble with a capital T.

“Let’s go talk in my office.” With a nudge of his head, he urged me down the hall and into one of the rooms, where he shut the door behind us.

Chapter 2

Reylor

Was I the only one who noticed the reaction when our skin touched? From the way Hannah’s pupils had widened, I’d say she’d felt something. I doubt she knew the reaction meant we were fated mates.

“Please, have a seat,” I said, struggling to sound normal.

She perched on the edge of the guest chair while I dropped into the one behind the desk and leaned back, studying my true mate. I adored how her dark hair shot through with auburn contrasted with her pale skin. Her light blue eyes. Her petite, curvy frame. And the way she’d looked me up and down when I walked over to her in the reception area.

Could I propose now, or should I wait ten minutes or so?

Although, she was human, not a dragon shifter like me. Humans didn’t do things like that. They dated a bit before the guy got down on one knee.

I’d have to wait at least an hour or so.

Tonight, for sure.

“What can I do for you?” I asked, holding my pen over a pad of paper. She had beautiful eyes, with really long lashes. Nicelysculpted eyebrows, something I was aware of thanks to growing up with three older sisters.

“I bought Blakemore House,” she said. “I’m renovating it and plan to turn it into a B&B, but someone’s trying to sabotage me. Or the ghost of Justin Blakemore is pissed off with me and needs to be exorcized.”

I dropped my pen and leaned back in my chair. “Ghost?”

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