“No.”
“I do; you can use one of my tows.” He pulled out his wallet and his phone. “I’ll call you a tow truck.”
She climbed in her car to wait, and was surprised when he climbed in beside her.
“You don’t have to wait with me.”
“Are you kidding? I’m not going to leave you alone out here all by yourself. I’m a gentleman.”
He melted a bit at the cute little grin that played on her lips. “Don’t you have something to get to?”
“I told you, it’s not anything important.” He shrugged it off.
When the tow truck arrived, he made sure everything was taken care of. While he spoke with the tow truck driver, she called Mickey.
“Not picking up?” he asked as he joined her.
“No. It’s fine, I can walk.”
“Where do you live?”
“On the other side of town.”
“Are you kidding me? It’s too far for you to walk in the dark. I’ll take you home. Like I said, I’m a gentleman; I’m not going to leave you to wander alone in the dark. Come on.”
He watched as she rolled her eyes a bit. “Fine.”
“My car is right over here.”
Chapter 5
Sarai
Alistair’s car was a sleek black Lamborghini with a green dragon painted on the hood and a vanity plate that said SOA Dragon.
“Wow, you really do like dragons. Son of a Dragon?” she asked when she caught sight of the license plate.
“Yeah, and if you met my father, you’d understand. If he was a dragon, he’d definitely be an evil one. Maybe then I wouldn’t be against dragon hunting.”
Sarai paused and stared at him for a moment trying to gauge his reaction, but she couldn’t read him. “Wow, you hate him that much?” she asked, surprised by his hateful words. She didn’t know what it was like to have a father, but she couldn’t imagine it was that horrible.
“No, not really,” he admitted. “He and I are just clashing on something. I mean, it’s not like we never clash on things, we clash on everything. He’s old fashioned, set in his ways, his history, his customs, and most importantly his traditions, that date back to the stone age, I believe.”
She laughed. He didn’t smile.He wasn’t joking.
Alistair opened the passenger door for her. The interior was sleek black leather that was smooth like butter. Her butt sank into the cushy seat. She had never been in anything so fancy. A gold dragon with a large jewel clutched in its claw stood on a base on the dashboard. It looked heavy and very expensive, but she still picked it up to inspect it. There was painstaking detail. It was heavy and cold to the touch, but it took her breath away.
“Is this real gold?” she asked as he buckled up beside her.
“Yeah, about five pounds worth.” He dismissed it as if it was no big deal that there was five pounds of freaking gold sitting on his dashboard. “It was made to be the hood ornament, but I like it where it is.”
“Wow!” Sarai was mesmerized by it. She had never seen anything like it.
“Give me your address, I’ll put it in the GPS.” He grabbed his device and punched in her address.
“So why dragons? What’s the draw?”
“They’re powerful mythical creatures that ruled the heavens. Besides, they’re just cool looking.” The light from the streetlamp caught the jewel and it sparkled. “Emerald,” he explained, “and yes, it’s a real emerald. Old too; it once sat on the crown of an ancient king. It was passed down to me, so I had that dragon made as its holder.”
