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Whatever I might have said got interrupted by a loud banging at my trailer door followed by a bellow. “Woman, where are you? I’m hungry.”

Maddox whirled and frowned. “I didn’t know you had someone living with you.”

“Not someone,” I muttered as I rose and went to the door. I opened it to see Little Fella, bits of skin hanging off him, waiting impatiently.

“Then wh?—”

Maddox didn’t finish his sentence as Little Fella eyed my burly guest up and down before saying, “He’ll do as my second servant.”

ChapterFive

Poor Maddox.His brain must have almost exploded at hearing Little Fella talk, and his bugging eyes were in danger of popping right out.

I cleared my throat and said, “So remember how I asked about talking lizards?”

“Lizard!” my Little Fella screeched. “Are you being deliberately obtuse, woman? We discussed the fact I am much grander than that.”

“He can talk.”

While Maddox digested his disbelief, I crouched in front of Little Fella. “Yes. Yes, you’re much more than a simple lizard. How could I forget? Blame the fact you had me worried. How are you feeling?”

“Famished. Where’s my food, woman?”

“I have a name, remember,” I admonished. “And there’s such a thing as being polite rather than demanding. You should try it. May I have something to eat, please.” I never thought I’d be the type who’d try and enforce manners, but then again, I’d not met a bossy reptile before.

“I thought servants were supposed to obey without quibble,” Little Fella grumbled.

“I am not your maid. Or your cook. At best we’re roommates, and only because you didn’t give me a choice,” I reminded.

Little Fella lifted his chin. “You should be honored I’ve selected you as my caretaker.”

I rolled my eyes. “Where’s the honor? I get to work all day, then hit the grocery store to feed your hungry ass. On my dime, I might add, only to come home to shrill demands?—”

“I am not shrill!” Little Fella squeaked.

“He’s not repeating things like a parrot,” Maddox murmured. “He’s actually talking.”

“Of course, I am, you large dolt. Exactly who are you? Why are you here?” Little Fella eyed my date suspiciously.

“This is Maddox,” I said for introduction. “He owns the pet store where I got those supplies.”

“The dead bug seller.” I didn’t know a lizard could curl its lip in disdain.

“Not his fault he didn’t realize you wouldn’t enjoy them. And you should be nice. When you wouldn’t wake up last night, he drove out to check on you.”

“I was fine,” was Little Fella’s short reply.

“I know that now, but I worried when you wouldn’t wake up.”

To my surprise, Little Fella’s face softened. “Your concern is appreciated but unnecessary. Molting is something I will do several times until I achieve my proper size.”

“Which is how big?” I asked.

“Remember the dinosaur movie we watched?” This time he smiled for sure as he added, “If fed right, bigger.”

I cringed. “That will cause some issues.”

Little Fella misunderstood. “Your home will obviously not be adequate for much longer. But fear not. I shall find us a new place to live with ample space for my growing needs.”

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