Page 40 of Dragon His Heels
Jasmine flinched like Talia had raised her hand to strike her. “Where is she anyway?”
“At school. Like a normal dragon child.”
Jasmine lifted her gaze to the back door, still open from when Gabe left. Oh shit, Gabe. Talia glanced at the sullen, gray sky. He could be back any minute.
“What’s your plan anyway?” Talia asked, stuffing sandwich fixings back into the fridge. “Where are you staying?”
“I don’t know.” Jasmine watched as Talia snatched her plate away before she’d finished the first sandwich. “I guess I’ll stay with Mom and Dad.”
“Good, good. You should…you should head on over there. I’m sure they’d like to see you. It’s been years, after all. Why don’t you—?”
“Hey,” Gabe said, striding through the back door. His hair was damp, his skin glistening with water droplets from flying through the condensation-filled clouds. He looked positively delectable, despite Talia’s anger over his lying about the condoms. About his immunity to the curse. About the fact that they—
Were they really fated mates?
His gaze fell onto Jasmine, then darted to Talia and back again, his brow dropping lower and lower over his eyes, which were growing darker and stormier by the second. Finally, he focused wholly on Talia, glaring as he said, “Who the hell is this?” No niceties, no politeness.
He knows.
Yeah, well, so did she. Talia cleared her throat. “We need to talk.”
Jasmine leaped from her barstool. “I’m going to head out. I’ll talk to you later, Talia.” And then she bolted, rushing toward the front of the house. A moment later, the sound of the door opening and closing echoed throughout the quiet kitchen.
“Who the fuck was that?” Gabe barked, stabbing his finger at the doorway through which the other woman had just disappeared.
Lightning flashed, brightening the kitchen for a scant second.
“Why don’t you explain the two boxes of condoms in your bedside table first?”
Thunder boomed, shaking the entire house. Gabe’s eyes widened, but then he furrowed his brows again and stalked up to her, staring down at her, no doubt trying to assert his dominance. “Who. Was. That?”
Talia crossed her arms under her breasts and glared right back at him. She’d never been intimidated by him, and her anger over his deception gave added fuel for her defiance. They both had some explaining to do, and she wasn’t about to let him get away without doing his fair share.
“You tell me why you haven’t been honest with me first.”
He shook his head, water droplets flying every which way. “How aboutyouexplain your dishonesty?”
“Me?” Talia sputtered. “I didn’t lie about—”
“Because Jasmine sure the hell looks like she could be your sister.”
