Page 7 of Overbooked at Dragon's Landing

The entire region was packed. I hit gridlock about a half hour out and it only got denser the closer I got. Country traffic was a thousand times worse than city traffic, where I at least could try to shave off time by hitting side streets. There weren’t any of those here until I reached town.

I considered stopping at the lawyer’s office before checking in, but it was downtown, and so was pretty much everybody else in the state. I’d have to deal with it in the morning, preferably before the events began. Or maybe I’d just call them. I was too tired to figure out any sort of problem-solving skills. Back burner was the best I could do.

Finally, I pulled into the lot. Just like everywhere else, it was jam-packed. They’d really done a great deal with the place. I remembered passing it the last time I visited my grams years ago. I wasn’t sure what it was at the time—maybe it was adifferent inn—but it had definitely gotten a facelift and was looking pretty good.

Once out of the car, I grabbed my bag from the trunk, and my dragon perked up. And not in a good way. He was on edge and panicked and thrilled all at once. It was not a good blend and, the closer we got to the front entrance, the more agitated he became.

What is your problem?

He didn’t respond. He rarely did. Pretty soon, he’d be pushing me to fly—that much I knew. Maybe I’d go out near my grandmother’s old place where I used to take to the air with her, but for now, I needed to check in. With this place so busy, being late to check-in would probably result in losing my room, and I didn’t want that.

As I reached the steps, I scented something delicious. Or maybe it was someone delicious. Whatever it was, it had me feeling all warm inside, and my dragon pushed me.

Follow.

Track.

As if I had a good nose. It wasn’t like I was a wolf or something. When I hunted, I went by sight, not scent. But try telling that to my dragon right now because all he wanted me to do was get to the source of that delicious scent.

Just pipe down. I need to check in. Then I’ll indulge you in whatever.

He did not like that. Not one single bit. And I didn’t like him being pissy. It was a lose-lose situation, one I’d remedy as soon as possible.

When I opened the doors, it hit me like a wall. That scent wasn’t something arbitrary. Nope. It was the scent that was going to change everything.

Mates.

Mates.

Mates.

My dragon kept pushing, and he was right. My mates were here. Somewhere.

I’ll take care of it.

I looked around and quickly spotted them.

One was a wolf, and his ass in those jeans made me think things I shouldn’t about someone I hadn’t even met yet. Gods. Fate was shining down on me.

And the other? A human.

I hadn’t been expecting that. I guess I assumed that as a dragon, I’d get a dragon mate. Instead, I got not one but two freaking hotties. Except, there was one problem.

They were actively trying to ignore me.

They weren’t rude or anything, but I could tell by their posture, by the way they looked away the second they saw me. They didn’t want me to scent them or recognize them. And as they sat down together to wait for their room, I understood why.

They were together.

Maybe they didn’t want a third. Maybe fated mates didn’t mean anything to them.

I wasn’t sure. My head was spinning. I didn’t even realize when the people in front of me had all gone and it was my turn—until the poor guy behind the counter practically shouted to get my attention.

“Hi, sorry. I got distracted.”

Understatement of the freaking year.

“My name is Trace. I have a reservation.” I tapped on my phone and pulled it up.

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