“Me too. You feel sorry for me I take it?”
She snapped, “Not sorry enough to offer to have your kid.”
“Duly noted.” There was a smile on his lips as he lifted the cup to his full and sensual mouth and when he lowered the cup, she found herself staring at that mouth, wondering if he was a good kisser, if he could put that mouth to wickedly good use. More color crept into her face, and she stood a little too quickly. The caffeine perked along her system, making her even dizzier. “I need to go see if Heather’s crawled back to our room yet.”
His eyebrows headed toward his hairline. “She didn’t come back?”
Shit.Why did I say that?“No.” Dammit again. She said, a trifle acidly, “It seems your cousin has a better way with women than you do.”
“He’s had more practice.” He saw the look on her face and added, “Not saying he has…that’s not what I meant. I just meant most avoid me…”
“Again, not surprised.”
“So, I don’t really know how to be as charming as my cousin,” he finished like she had not spoken at all. “Dragons mate for life, you know. I’m a losing proposition for the females here.”
Mate for life? She felt that wave of sympathy for him again. She said, “Oh. Well. Have a good morning.”
He said, “Did you want breakfast? The people who work here in the castle only make lunch and dinner. If you want breakfast, you have to get it on your own. Or I could whip you up something while I make mine.”
“No. I never eat breakfast. The tea was great though. Thank you.” The last thing she wanted to do was say thank you to him. This was all his fault, and she wanted badly to go home—and get as far away from him as possible. The fantasy that she had had last night was front and center in her mind just then, and her eyes kept going back to those molded lips of his. The lips she wanted to so badly to kiss and to have kiss her.
