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“I don’t care about your silly human traditions,” he says. “If I say you’re little, then you are.”
“Ah, that logic, though.”
“Hush now.”
I raise an eyebrow.
“I’m not going to sleep,” he says. “I’m feeling better every moment. When I have enough strength, we’ll return to Fablestone.”
“You mean you will,” I point out. “Me? I think I’m cutting my camping trip short. I can go home and do something terribly monotonous and boring, like grade papers. Who needs a vacation, anyway? Apparently, they’re overrated.”
I might be mistaken, but Lawrence looks almost sad when I say I’m not going to return to his clan with him.
“You don’t want to come back with me?”
“I didn’t realize I was invited.”
“Consider this an invitation.”
“Why?” I whisper. “You don’t know anything about me. Why would you invite me to come visit the dragons?”
There’s a part of me that thinks I should jump at this opportunity. What other girl has been invited to come hang out with a group of people who can literally shift into different creatures? It would be incredible. I’d get to learn firsthand exactly what shifters are like. I’d get to see up close what their world is like.
But there’s another part of me that thinks I should hold back.
I’ve already had enough excitement today to last me for a damn year. Do I really want to go to a dragon clan? Do I really want to risk something else bad happening? What if I get there and they never let me leave? What if I become some sort of dragon slave?
“Because you’re sweet,” Lawrence says. “And because you saved me.”
“I bet you say that to all the pretty girls,” I whisper.
“No pretty girl has ever saved me before, but I think it’s fair to say you’re the prettiest.”
It’s a line if I’ve ever heard one, but my heart moves faster than my brain, and I find myself leaning down and pressing my lips to Lawrence’s.
“Okay,” I whisper against his mouth. “I’ll come with you.”
Then I kiss him again, and to my delight, Lawrence kisses me back.
Chapter Eleven
Cameron
I ROLL OVER, WRAPPING my arms around my beautiful wife. After an incredible night together, my hopes are high that it worked. If everything goes according to plan, she’s going to be growing our baby really, really soon. We’re going to have a tiny Peggy or a tiny Cameron running around, giving us hell, before a year has passed.
I can hope.
And I am hoping.
She moans in her sleep before rolling over and snoring. Peggy isn’t what I would call a delicate sleeper. She is, however, the most beautiful woman to ever walk the face of the Earth. I’ll fight anyone who feels like arguing with me.
She’s going to be an incredible mom.
And me?
I’m going to be a damn good father.
The two of us fell in love unexpectedly, but then again, isn’t that how it always goes?
