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After a few more days of resting and recuperating, August was finally healed enough that we headed into Scale Ridge to talk to the Villins about our jobs.
His thunder wouldn’t let him have anything to do with the jail if he worked with them, but they wouldn’t imprison him for it without a sentence from the supernatural government, so he didn’t care.
We spent the morning having informal interviews with the Villin brothers, all three of which August knew well. At lunch time, we ended up at Brynn’s house, catching her up on everything that had gone down. The dragons hadn’t sworn me to secrecy with witch magic yet, so I told her everything August was comfortable with me sharing.
Some things were still taboo, though.
We met up with Vi and Randa for dinner at Vi’s restaurant, and had a good time chatting. They got to know August a bit, and when we finally made it out, both of them admitted they liked him.
I knew they would, though.
How could they not?
When we went home and watched a movie, curled up together on our couch, I decided I would be insanely happy if the rest of my life went like that day had.
…Even if I was quietly a little worried that we hadn’t had the chance to seal our bond. A tiny part of me was afraid August was going to send some other woman into heat every time we were out in public.
I tried to ignore that part of me, though.
The days that followed passed in a blur of job training and mundane bliss.
August and I cooked together.
Talked.
Laughed.
Made love.
We spent our mornings sitting on our porch swing, with his arm around me and my hand on his thigh, watching the sun rise.
It was one of my favorite parts of every day.
Two weeks went by quickly. The sun was rising and we were swinging slowly, in exactly that position, when his fingers slipped beneath the t-shirt I had on and brushed my bare hip.
I sucked in a breath at the familiar sting of pain.
And the fire that raced through my veins.
August went statue-still.
Instead of confusion or terror, I felt joy.
Fierce, intense joy.
“It’s starting again,” I whispered.
August’s grip on my hip tightened, but he didn’t say a word.
Warmth rolled through my veins, along with a heady dose of desire.
I wanted him.
Needed him.
And a look at the fire in his eyes told me he felt exactly the same way.
So I lifted myself onto his lap, turning around as I did. Straddling him.
