Star-Crossed Dragons by Chris Cannon

Author:Chris Cannon
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2022-07-13T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Sara

At Sinclair Estate, Sara sat in the small dining room, sipping tea—amid the best furniture and art money could buy—doing her best to pretend her life was wonderful.

“It’s nice to have you home,” her mother said.

“Thank you. It’s nice to be home.” She needed time to regroup and get her emotions under control.

“Have you made plans with Ferrin for this weekend?”

“Yes. We’re having lunch tomorrow.”

“Have you two found your balance?”

“We’re working on it.” Sara thought about how to say the next part tactfully. “It’s like no one taught him how to interact with people.”

“You’ve met his father,” her mother said in a quiet tone.

Sara grinned. “I never thought of it like that. How you behave depends on your role models.”

“Sunday, would you like to help me organize the seating for the Christmas Ball?”

“Of course. It’s something I need to learn.”

“It is.”

Saturday afternoon, Ferrin pulled up to Sinclair Estate in a sleek midnight-blue sports car.

“My father gave me one of my Christmas presents early because he thought you would enjoy it, too.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

On the drive to Dragon’s Bluff, Ferrin told her all about the car, much more than she wanted to know, but she didn’t want to dim his happiness so she responded appropriately.

After they parked at one of the lots in downtown Dragon’s Bluff, Ferrin said, “Where would you like to eat?”

“The Snack Shack would be nice.” Because if Ian is in town he’ll probably go to Fonzoli’s.

The sidewalks were crowded with happy shoppers, chatting away. There was a holiday energy in the air.

“I love the happy bustle before Christmas. Don’t you?”

“I don’t care for crowds.”

Not the response she’d hoped for or expected. “Everything is more vibrant at Christmas. All the pretty decorations and the smell of evergreen in the air make the world seem like a better place.”

“Better than what?” he asked.

“A normal day.” She’d oohed and aahed over his stupid car, why couldn’t he at least pretend to be enthusiastic about the holidays?

“I prefer normal days,” he said. “I like routine.”

Anger was not the appropriate response. He was being honest. He didn’t have to like Christmas or Christmas shopping. This is my problem. Not his. He was being honest and she was the one who was touchy, because her life had recently gone off course and she was trying to correct it, even though it felt like she was driving toward a brick wall in a car where the seatbelts didn’t work.

“Sara?”

She tuned back in to him. “Yes?”

“We need to cross the street if you want to have lunch.”

“Right.” She’d gotten lost in her head. She needed to be more careful. She must be on her best my-life-is-wonderful behavior, because that’s what everyone expected.

The inside of the retro fifties diner always made her smile. The red lacquer tables and black and chrome chairs gave off a happy vibe. Then again, maybe the place made her happy because the entire store smelled like caramel corn. At this point in her life, sugar and carbs equaled happiness. Once

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