I almost blurted out “tonight,” but then didn’t have to because Tigger did.
“We’ll have dinner at your abode again. This time, have your chef make me some pizza. It seems to be a popular dish.”
“Sounds like a date. I’ll come grab you around six?”
I asked said why, until I remembered no car.
I nodded.
We arrived at my place, and before I could get out and grab my dragon, Apollo had already snared him and placed him on the ground. He would have carried the box of treats inside, but hearing a crash from within, I snared it from his grasp.
“I’ve got it. See you tonight.”
“It’s a date,” he promised before speeding off.
Tigger and I watched with the former stating, “I would not be upset if you and Apollo became involved.”
“Oh really, and why is that?” I expected him to say because then I’d have to move in to the big luxurious house, but instead… I choked.
“Because your children will likely make excellent servants.”
Kids? With Apollo? “Whoa, we’re still trying to figure out if we even like each other.”
Tigger snorted. “You really shouldn’t lie. The sexual pheromones wafting from you both is almost enough to make me lose my appetite.”
“God forbid that happens,” I muttered, wincing as I heard another crash inside the house.
Time to see what had Tutu in a tizzy. We entered to chaos.
My grandfather stood in the kitchen, a mess of dishes all over, his hair standing on end.
Upon seeing me, he bellowed, “About time you got here! I had to make my own breakfast.”
“Oh no, the horror,” I gasped.
His gaze narrowed. “Not funny.”
The rant that followed didn’t ruin my mood. I spent the day in a bit of a daze, thinking of Apollo, wondering what the evening would bring.
Hint. It didn’t end up being as romantic as I’d hoped.
Chapter Ten
While Iolana worked, I gorged on the sugary treats Apollo left for me, which I graciously shared with Keanu.
The big man had been flustered upon our arrival, most likely because he’d lost his caretaker for the night. I could understand his frustration. I’d be annoyed, too, if Iolana chose to be elsewhere rather than feeding me.
As we munched on the confections, I pointed to the computer sitting on a small desk. “How do I use that?” I’d learned enough via the television to know that, through a thing called the internet, I could access almost any knowledge in the world.
“Depends on what you want to do,” the big man stated, licking his sticky fingers.
“It’s been mentioned that there are videos available on this internet of other possible dragons. I want to see them for myself.” I wished to discern whether fact or hoax.
“Let’s see what a Google search pops up.” Keanu sat down, and the chair groaned in protest—but held. As for me, the wooden legs for the desk proved easy to climb, especially with my slightly bigger and stronger size.
Keanu glanced at me as I perched beside the keyboard. “Must have been some dinner. You’re the size of a fat squirrel now.”
“It’s like you want to die,” my riposte.
