Page 9 of Claimed by Her Dragons

“Nice.” He eyed her glossy black hair and deep-brown eyes. “I bet you’re a stunner in that form, too. Shiny fur, gleaming fangs…dangerous claws. What color is your fur?”

“Black.”

What was that sound? “Are you purring?”

She shrugged, cheeks reddening again. “She is. My cat likes you.”

“And me?” Sky—it felt so good to think of him that way again—patted her leg. “Does she like me?”

“Can’t you tell?” The purring continued, louder and stronger. “I’ve never had her do that before, I mean so someone else can hear.”

“Is she saying anything?” Walter asked. “About us?”

“Why?” The wary look in those deep-brown eyes had him backing off, but he could make a guess. “Can you hear that, too?”

“Nah.” He brushed his lips over hers, slowly, tasting her sweetness, the champagne she’d had earlier, the cherries she’d picked out of the bowl of fruit the hotel sent them…and something else entirely her. “I just wondered.”

Sky opened his mouth then closed it. What had he been about to say? They’d gone from near enemies to he wasn’t sure what. Maybe friends. He could live with that.

Maybe.

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