How to Love Your Dragon by Lexxie Couper

Author:Lexxie Couper [Couper, Lexxie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: General Fiction
Publisher: Book Boutiques
Published: 2016-05-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

The sun was kissing the eastern horizon by the time she rounded the corner to her street. Her feet no longer hurt. Three suburbs back, she’d resorted to stealing a pair of flip-flops she’d spied sitting at the front door of a house. Running in flip-flops was impossible, however, and she’d continued walking the rest of the way home.

She’d refused to think about Rick during that time. After her pathetic crying attack, she’d turned her mind to her future. As she walked through the suburbs, she’d planned her letter of resignation from the police force. She’d planned her reason for moving—family commitments (ha! How ironic was that?)—and she’d even planned her new identity. The beauty of being a cop was, she knew exactly which criminal element to harass to get what was needed to start all over.

New birthday, new name, new passport, new everything.

Except starting over again isn’t going to give you a new heart, is it? Or make you forget the man…

The thought trailed off. Her feet stopped moving. Her heart—her old, torn heart—leaped into her throat.

Rick leaned against her front fence, ankles crossed at the end of his long, lean legs, muscled arms folded over his broad chest, his face turned to her where she stood frozen, three houses away.

Oh God.

Her stomach dropped. Her mouth turned dry. The desire to run to him, to throw herself into his arms and beg him to tell her it was all a mistake, that he’d never slaughtered a dragon, slammed into her.

The desire to run to him and smash her fist into his jaw, to kick him as he fell, was just as powerful.

So she did neither. Just stood still, staring at him.

A very small smile pulled at the side of Rick’s mouth. He unfolded one arm, something small and silver dangling from his fingers. “You left these at my house.”

Kenna took a quick look, her own lips curling a little. Her keys.

After she’d destroyed his home, he’d brought her keys to her.

Go to him. Talk to him. You owe him at least that.

She began walking. With each step closer, with each fall of her stolen-thong-shod feet on the sidewalk, her heart thumped harder in her throat and her mouth grew drier. And her dragon flexed and stirred and preened. Eager. Impatient.

Five steps away from him, she stopped. She couldn’t go any farther. It was silly, she knew. She was a cop, for Pete’s sake. She was supposed to be intimidated by nothing and no one. She had an arrest record the likes of which even the State Commissioner would be envious. She took down criminals without batting an eyelid.

But this was different. Rick wasn’t just a man. He was her Fire Mate.

And a dragon killer.

You know Rick didn’t butcher the dragon, right? Not the man standing right there, looking at you. Waiting for you to make a move. He didn’t do anything but make you feel alive and safe and loved.

“I like your getup.”

His low voice, tinged with the slightest hint of humor, made her chest squeeze.

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