Page 8 of Surge of Ice

“I tried to text Granger to let him know we were staying overnight, but it didn’t go through.”

“Humph,” he mutters.

“What?” I raise a brow.

He shakes his head. “Nothing.”

I know it’s something, an issue he has with Granger, but I don’t want to fight.

Aydan pauses in his eating to give me a smile. “I bet Granger was watching us from the satellites all day. He’ll be okay.”

I hadn’t thought of that.“Thanks.”

He gives a nod before we both dig right back in.God, this food is good. Or maybe I’m just so hungry that a table would taste good right now.

Overhead, thunder roars so loudly that all of us jump, and then there’s the sound of massive balls of hail hitting the cabin roof. I picture what it’d be like if we were still out. I’m not exactly experienced with being a dragon, but I know it wouldn’t be good.

“We got in just in time,” Aydan says.

Evander nods. “If I didn’t think it was absolutely necessary to stop here, I wouldn’t have, but I could tell that storm was going to be a bad one. I weighed the risk, knowing the green and brown dragons are too far away to cause us problems, and thatthe possibility of dealing with one unknown dragon between the three of us shouldn’t be more than we can handle. I figured we’d be safe.”

“Could you feel that the storm would be bad in your bones?” Aydan teases.

Evander holds eye contact as he says, “Well, in one particular bone.”

I laugh. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

They’re both grinning like idiots and slurping their food. These twodefinitelyneeded a few more years of maturing before they became dragons.

When we’re done eating and dishes are washed, Evander finds a couple of bottles of vodka and sets them out on the coffee table. Then, we all crawl beneath a big blanket and watch the fire, listening to the raging storm while taking shots of the liquor. It’s nice.I love finally being warm.

“You look happy,” Aydan says.

I smile. “Maybe because I am.”

He gestures for me to turn, and I do. My feet are in his lap, and I’m resting against Evander. Aydan’s hands go to my bare feet, and he starts rubbing.

I groan. “Oh my gosh are you good with your hands.”

Evander’s hands go to my neck, and he starts rubbing too. Every hair on my body stands on end, and I have to bite down on another groan. “That feels… so good.”

“I used to give you massages when we were teenagers, remember?” Aydan asks, and his stunning blue eyes are watching me closely.

I nod. My feet touch Aydan’s very obvious erection, and I have to swallow hard. “I remember. You were great then too.”

“What were you like as a teenager?” Evander asks, and I can tell he feels a little left out.

I open my mouth to answer, but Aydan answers for me, “Basically, like she is now, but with a little less cockiness.”

“That must have been brutal,” Evander teases.

I attempt to elbow him from behind. “I was just your average teenager. Aydan, Granger, and I spent all our time together. In school. Out in the forest. We were just constantly busy. None of us slept much. None of us cared much about TV, although we definitely enjoyed video games.”

They keep rubbing me, finding just the right spots, and I let out a soft sigh.

“Did Granger date a lot?” Evander asks.

It’s a weird question, but not too terribly personal. “No, he was never big on dating. He makes it sound like girls just weren’t into him, but I knew girls that were more than willing to give him a chance, but he just never went after them. Was he any different in college?” I ask Aydan.

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