Wren: How did the trip to Zurich go? Too bad it wasn’t Friday. I could have given you a ride back.
Me: How?
Wren: I’m renting a car. The train only gets halfway there.
Me: I know.
Wren: You need to learn how to drive.
Me: Why? I live in New York City.
Wren: You don’t right now.
Me: I don’t have a car to drive, anyway.
Wren: They don’t have a spare car?
Me: So far I’ve seen a Rolls-Royce and a Bentley. I barely passed the driver’s test. I’m not going to practice in a car that costs more than my entire education.
Wren: Fair . . . You okay?
Now my throat closes. How does she always know, even from the other side of the world?
Me: I’m better now that I’ve talked to you.
Wren: Good. Oh, Valerie wants to know where the extra blankets are.
Me: In the trunk at the end of Chanda’s bed.
Wren: She says thanks. And wants to know if your hunky boss has a brother.
Me: I don’t know . . .
And it hits me. What do I know about them? Not much. They’re rich dragon shifters who like hitting on the help.
Me: I’ll ask.
Wren: Do I get to meet these bosses of yours?
I want to show Wren the collection, this place. I want her to taste the amazing food. But part of me doesn’t want to share it. But then I remember Kieren’s talons coming at me. And I don’t want to risk her getting hurt. I need to be here. I need the money, the experience. But risking the person who’s most important to me? Roark said Wren could stay at the castle, but I don’t want to put her in danger.
Me: I’m not sure. Maybe. I’ve made a reservation at the village inn. It’s cute. I haven’t had time to check out the little town, so we can explore it together. I’m taking some time off.
Wren: You don’t have to.
Me: I have to eat.
Wren: I can’t wait to see you.
Me: Same.
Wren: I’m proud of you.
Me: I’m proud of you too.
Wren: Yay, we are living our own dreams.
Me: Good morning.
