Page 11 of Dragon His Heels
“Go away,” Talia barked, and the poor woman cowered before turning tail and practically running across the beach.
As soon as she was gone, Gabe stabbed his finger at her shoulder. “Look, whether you like it or not, I want to get laid. On the regular. So, to avoid any more issues like that”—he flapped his hand at the space Crystal had occupied a few moments earlier—“you are going to have to clue me in. Let me know when I havepermissionto get laid. Think you can do that, Talia?”
Never. But if you want to work something out… “Holy crap,” she said, her eyes going wide. She didn’t want to hook up with Gabe. That was crazy. Talia preferred to have sex with men she actually liked. Besides, even if her dragon did, for some bizarre reason, think it was a good idea to hop into bed with him, it would be disastrous. Their relationship was convoluted enough without adding the extra layer of sexual relations.
It would be so good…
“How the hell do you know?” she snapped at her stupid dragon.
“Know what?” Gabe asked.
“Nothing,” she ground out.
He grabbed a beer from the small cooler he’d brought, twisted the cap off the bottle, and handed it to her. She lifted it to her lips and chugged.
She didn’t even like beer.
When she stopped to take a breath, she noticed he had one in his hand, too, that hadn’t been there a moment ago, and it was half empty. Of course, so was hers.
“This is fucked up,” he muttered.
“You’re telling me.”
“Something happened yesterday. When we were both in dragon form.”
Talia froze with the bottle halfway to her lips. “You felt it too?”
“What did you feel?”
“What didyoufeel?”
“I asked you first.”
“What, are we twelve?”
Gabe chuckled, which helped to break the tension.
“Is this why you’ve been acting so strange?” Talia asked.
“Yep.”
At least he was honest.
“What do you suppose happened?”
After a long pause, he said, “You don’t know?”
She shook her head.
He tilted her head, those shades still shielding his eyes. “Huh. And here I thought you knew everything.”
She rolled her eyes. “Sorry to disappoint you.”
He took another swig from his beer. “Not disappointed.”
Why did she feel like she was missing something in this conversation?
Ruby climbed to her feet and hurried over to them. “I’m hungry,” she announced.
“Me too, kid,” Gabe said. He folded his chair and picked up the cooler. “Say goodbye to your friends and let’s head up to the house. I’m in the mood to grill something. What’s your favorite dish?”
“Hot dogs!”
“Right.” He started walking toward the house. “I think it’s time to expand your culinary palate.”
