Page 18 of The Platinum Dragon's Courageous Mate

That was more than he had dared hope for. He wished for it, of course, but he hadn’t thought it would happen.

“I would love that, Kieran. Any time I get to spend time with you, it seems special, but I would love to watch you knit and work on your loom.”

He would get Kieran to show him what kind of loom he wanted, whether he wanted a new one or a vintage one, what size, and what it needed to look like. And then he would find it.

That was one of the wondrous things about living in New Mexico. Fiber art was everywhere and people had friends who knew people.

Or dragons had friends who knew people. Something. It all worked out.

If Kieran wanted a loom, he’d get a loom. Maybe he’d make one himself. He could probably hire Jake to do that for him, and that would be almost like having made it himself.

Kieran came to hug him, and he fought not to stiffen in shock. He didn’t want Kieran to think it wasn’t welcome. It was. Utterly and completely.

“Thank you, Lachlan. I really appreciate this. It’s amazing. Oh, I love it.”

He managed to hug Kieran back. “I’m so glad.” His heart was tickled. “We need to find a loom, and you think two chairs and a big table?”

Kieran peered around the room, chewing his bottom lip. “I think a little table and a big table with the chairs. You know, something long that I can block things out on, measure that sort of thing.”

He nodded like he understood, but he didn’t. It didn’t matter.

What mattered was Kieran was tickled with his space. Kieran would show him what he wanted, and Lachlan would do it. Period.

Anything to keep that smile on his— on Kieran’s face.

The deep parts of him, the hungry parts, insisted that Kieran was his — his omega, his lover, his own.

He just had to hope Kieran figured it out.

He could be patient. In fact, Lachlan was known for it. But having Kieran right there where he could touch and not being able to?

Was the hardest thing he’d done in his long life.

And that was actually incredibly wild to him, because he’d had a full life, and a fucking challenging one.

“Where’d you go?” Kieran cupped his jaw. “You looked sad.”

Lachlan shrugged and winked. He didn’t need to live in the past. Not now. “Should I throw my sad feelings up in the air?”

Kieran’s smile made his heart hiccup. “Yes.”

Lachlan laughed, his wings flying wide as he did it.

“I love your wings.”

Lachlan stopped. He forgot, whenever he could, that they were there. He shrugged and met Kieran’s eyes. “I used to be a beautiful man. I looked a lot like my brother.”

Kieran shrugged. “Your brother looks like any other dragon to me. You look like my hero.”

His heartbeat kicked up, and he reached out without thinking, shocked when Kieran took his hand. “Thank you, love. That means a great deal to me.”

“Come and have some tea with me? We can choose chairs together.”

Oh, he quite loved that word, together.

“Of course. I love tea with you.” He was usually a coffee drinker, but Kieran had taught him to enjoy tea in all of its variations.

“I’m so glad. It’s such a…civilized ritual. I find it relaxing.”