“I already told you I have money saved. I saved for Bennett too. A lot of money. Even before Samuel and Jeanette died.” It was that last part that had Sage realizing that Garridan had just remembered that.
Garridan smiled.
“Would you make me a bookshelf in our room?”
Up until then, Garridan had a cold calculation that made it seem as if he assessed every weakness someone had and wouldn’t hesitate to use them at the smallest provocation of entrapment. For the first time, since Sage had known him, there was a light in his eyes. Some little spark entered them, and it gave Sage hope that maybe they both could heal some of the scars around their hearts. It seemed as if the light that led Sage’s path had gone out and that spark lit his way again.
“For a price.”
Sage turned and came over to him with a smile on his face. “And what would you charge?”
“I want to kiss you.”
Sage dropped the shirt he held and wrapped his arms around Garridan. “That I can do.”
“On your ass.”
Sage’s eyes widened. “Well…um.”
Garridan growled low in his throat. “Have you ever done that before?”
Garridan growled again. He was getting better. Sage could tell just by the way he talked, but apparently, his possessiveness wasn’t going anywhere.
“No. Not ever.”
“Good.”
“What will it cost me if I wanted a desk, too?”
“For you to look at me exactly like you are right now.”
Sage smiled. “Oh yeah, how am I looking at you?”
“Like I’m the only person you see.”
“Well, you’re my favorite person.”
Garridan smiled and rubbed his cheek against Sage’s chest.
“You’re like a great big cat.” Sage chuckled.
“Dragon, not cat. And I like it when my scent is on you.”
Chapter Twelve
Sage sat in a chair in the corner of the garage, reading a book. Well, he was rereading it. He needed new material but didn’t have the money. Being out of work for so long had made him broke. The fact that he was mooching off Mother Estelle certainly didn’t help his self-esteem. He felt guilty about not contributing financially. He needed to get his shit together, so he could help out.
Garridan took a board over to the table-saw in the corner and started to cut it. He had a tool belt around his waist.
“Those glasses are sexy,” Garridan said when the saw stopped buzzing.
“So is the tool belt.” Sage smiled.
“How about you wear those in bed later?”
“I will if you will.”
“Deal.”
