Page 90 of Dragon Keeper
“Riley, you’re obsessed.” Sloan waved a hand in the air. “He’s a nutjob.”
“Well, yes, but we like him.” Poe winked.
“We do. Very much.” Sloan had to chuckle at the way Riley preened.
“Mate, I think that we need you to help interface with the Rocky Mountain clutch and Cosmo to bring honey… breads?” Cade was obviously confused.
“I’ll write it down, but we want Beau Jo’s,” he explained.
Poe’s eyes lit up. Literally. “Beau Jo’s. Oh gods…”
Cade’s head tilted his way and the dragon suddenly very interested. “That was a sex noise.”
“Yeah.” Poe danced. “Okay. Okay, we’ll work this.” Poe grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. “Hats and presents and decorations. Theme?”
“Uh…” Sloan had no idea. “Bees.”
Poe looked at him for a long minute and then nodded. “You know, totally. We can totally do that. You know that Winnie the Pooh is all about the honeybees. We have a theme.”
Sloan blinked and then started to grin, joy flooding him. “Oh, Poe, that’s perfect. That’s absolutely perfect! Why did I never think about sharing that with Tyr? Poe, we need that book—the original, not the Disney one. Can you get me the book?”
Poe nodded, obviously tickled to death. “I will get you the book. You have my word.”
The Lunastra dragons all looked utterly befuddled.
Sloan would explain, but it really didn’t matter. What mattered is how it was a perfect idea, and that his mate was going to be out of his mind with joy. This was right on the money.
Absolutely what they needed.
“Oh, dude.” Riley slapped hands with him. “That rocks.”
“Right? So good.”
“If you say so,” Harden muttered, clearly out of sorts at being left out.
“I’ll explain to everyone,” Poe said. “No worries. Now, here’s the plan…”
Sloan grinned. Tyr had the best friends, and he had the most amazing brothers.
This was going to be awesome.
“Why are we going to Cade and Poe’s?” Tyr asked. He hoped he didn’t sound as grumpy as he was. He and Sloan had worked all day in the garden and the hives, the lovely summer weather perfect for a long day of weeding, watering, checking the honeycomb, communing with the bees, and playing with a growing orblok.
But now he wanted to take the extra weight off his feet, grab a cold drink, and sit in his parlor, relaxing with his mate. Or maybe dip in the cold pool and then soak in the hot one so he wasn’t so pulled down.
But now Sloan wanted to take him to supper at Cade and Poe’s. He loved his friends. He did. But?—
“Come on, Tyr. It’ll be fun.” Riley came up behind him, putting an arm around him once they were side by side.
“I know. I do.” He sighed. “I’m just being… how do you say it? A butthead?”
“You are not.” Sloan hugged him tight. “So you want me to carry you? That way, we don’t have to take the cart. I can fly you up.”
That sounded so lovely. He had stopped flying mostly already because his balance was so off, but bumping along in the cart made him even grumpier. He held his arms out to Sloan, wanting to be loved and cared for and, yes, carried.
“Okay, love. Come on. Do you want the basket?”
“It’s not cold, so I won’t need the blankets. Just hold me?”
