Page 76 of The Platinum Dragon's Courageous Mate

Samuel, who he knew well, came up and hugged him, their bellies huge together, an older dragon following along beside him.

“Hey, you! I wanted to introduce you to Cerridwyn. She’s the principal at the school. We told her you might be able to teach an art class for the kids, and she wanted to meet you.”

“Oh, how lovely to meet you, Cerridwyn. I’m Kieran.”

She smiled, her grass green eyes so bright and fascinating. She was dressed as some sort of tree spirit, and he could tell his son was utterly fascinated with her. “I’ve heard a great deal about you. And this must be Micah.”

“He is. Say hello, Micah.”

Shy, suddenly, Micah only waved, opening and closing his little fingers in the way of toddlers. Like a blinking eye.

“Yes, hello, little one. You’re the cutest little lion ever.”

“Tank oo.”

“Listen to you!” Cerridwyn beamed. “I would love help with art classes.”

Kieran chuckled. “Well, I’m not sure I’m enough of an artist to?—”

She waved a hand in an airy way. “Nonsense. You just need to love art. If you can instill that into the little ones, you’ve done a wondrous thing.”

“I—I mean, if you think it’ll help…”

“I know it will.” Her scales clattered, and the sound was merry, cheery. It was so obvious that she loved working with kids.

“I’d be happy to. Genuinely.”

“Come by the school, and we’ll make up a little schedule of classes. Maybe two half days?”

Suddenly he was nodding, agreeing to a job.

She wandered off, and he kind of blinked at Samuel and said, “Where are the kids?”

“With their father.” Samuel sounded so very practical. “Where they belong right now.”

Oh, he understood that a bit, and Grant was old enough and powerful enough to get into real trouble, so better to be with his alpha dad if he was feeling his wild oats. “One of those days, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Oops. Tough one. You don’t want to be too harsh because it’s a holiday.”

“Precisely, but he needs to know I don’t want to be part of it.” Samuel winked. “So. He is with the alpha dad.”

“Well, do you want to go get a hot cider? I saw a little kiosk that was selling them.”

“That’s our in-wing coffee shop. The best lattes in town are there — decaf and leaded.” Samuel seemed as if he knew what he was talking about no question.

“Well, the hot cider sure smells amazing. I’d love some.” He knew Lachlan stopped by here a lot because he enjoyed supporting local businesses.

Kieran imagined his mate had been way more social before he’d been hurt.

“Perfect. They’ll be okay without you for a moment?”

“They will, and I’m happy to go with you. Get some of my own.”

Samuel smiled at him and nodded, and they headed back toward the little kiosk that was decorated in yellow and purple lights, with hay bales and pumpkins. “The lady who runs the coffee shop knows Lach really well.”

Kieran chuckled. “I don’t doubt that one bit. He loves his fancy coffees. And he’s not picky about where he gets them. Logan gets them out on the strip sometimes. Alban makes them. Or he gets them here in the wing.”