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Tinga-ling-a-ling-ling. Tinga-ling-a-ling-ling.

Fleur rolled over and groaned into her pillow. Her alarm dinged at her and if she had the four katrillion dollars it cost to replace her smartphone, she’d throw it against the wall hoping it smashed into teeny-tiny pieces.

She opened her eyes, blinking at the sun blaring into her room and found little daisies had sprouted up all over her bed.

Oh geez. How embarrassing. She quickly picked the flowers and put them into a leftover glass of water she had on her nightstand.

The smell of coffee, bacon, and some kind of carby deliciousness tickled her nose into wanting to go into the kitchen. But, if she did that, she’d have to face Steele. Not the dream one. That was going to be real.

Real awkward.

CHAPTER SEVEN

His Daisies

Steele whistled whilehe flipped the pumpkin pie pancakes. He was going to eat at least twenty, and then he was going to eat Fleur. He wasn’t sure which would taste better.

Nah. He knew after last night.

Fleur. Definitely Fleur.

The oven dinged and he pulled out the bacon. He loved that her kitchen was stocked with real food. Dragons, even green ones, could not live off rabbit food.

“Coffee?” Fleur stood in the doorway, rubbing her eyes, wearing the cutest ugly pajamas he’d ever seen. She had sex hair, no make-up, naked toes, and the most amazing blush to her cheeks.

If he wasn’t already in love with her, he would have fallen hard right then. He was this close to picking her up and taking her back to bed again.

That hadn’t worked out great last night. He’d ply her with his skills in the kitchen instead of the bedroom. For now.

“Hungry, babe?” He set the stack of pancakes on the table in front of her. She stared at them, then looked up at him.

“Coffee?”

She was probably still pretty damn worn out, and he didn’t only mean from the battle with the dragon demons. He grabbed the coffee and mugs and poured her a hot cup.

She frowned at it.

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