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He raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you afraid I'll use this information to escape?"
Studying him, she said, "I don't think you will. One, you'll never kiss me again and you want to, as you keep banging on about. And two, I don't think you'd escape without a fully thought-out plan. And in that case, showing you these schematics would make little difference as you'd probably just scout out the perimeter on your own."
Out of curiosity, he took the tablet and glanced at the image. He immediately saw a weak spot.
"So," Brenna prompted, "will you try and see what you come up with?"
"I have nothing better to do," he muttered.
"Good. That's Killian-speak for you're intrigued."
Meeting her eyes again, he frowned. "Since when can you interpret me so well?"
"I've been watching you for months, Killian. Some things about you are the same, even without your dragon or memories."
Killian should avoid the subject, as Brenna's answer could hurt him. But he blurted, "Which version of me is better, now or then?"
"Does it matter?" She moved until her face was close enough her breath danced across his lips. "I mated you as you are."
Her words stirred something inside him. Laying the tablet down, he raised a hand and cupped her cheek. Brenna's pupils changed to slits and back. "What's your dragon saying?"
"I'm not sure I want to tell you."
He stroked her skin. "Honesty, remember?"
For a second, he thought she wouldn't answer. Then she smiled and said, "She says that you may be recovering, but if we straddled you and did most of the work, it would
be an easy solution."
Blood rushed to his cock at the image of Brenna's body over his, her breasts bouncing as he guided her hips up and down.
He growled. "I would say that's a brilliant idea, except I don't want our first time to be like that."
"So now you're a romantic?"
"Oh, it's not romantic so much as I want you under me and at my mercy." Brenna's breath hitched. "And I see you like that idea." He released her cheek and motioned toward the tablet. "I'll work on this. I need to keep on your good side, after all."
Moving back, Brenna rolled her eyes. "And here I thought you might be nice to me for longer than thirty seconds."
He grinned. "You mated me as I am, remember."
"I'm going to regret that statement, aren't I?"
"You'll just have to wait and see. A little mystery makes for an interesting marriage, don't you agree?"
"Mating. Marriage is the human term."
"You're changing the subject."
"Since our mating isn't traditional, I can't comment." She took another few steps toward the door. "I need to meet with Teagan. I'll check back after. See if you can stay awake, old man."
She dashed out the door before Killian could reply.
Early thirties wasn't old, but Killian had more important things to worry about than the ten-plus-year age difference between him and Brenna. All he needed was to woo her and coax her into bed. Then she'd see how virile he could be.
But he would have time for that later. For the moment, he glanced down at the schematics on the tablet. Just looking at them brought instant scenarios into his head, almost if he were running through what could happen in twenty different situations.
While he was probably imagining it, Killian sensed he'd done something similar many times in the past. Whether it would help him in the long run, with regard to his memory, he had no idea. All he thought about was Brenna smiling at him for helping and proving he still had worth to both her and the clan.
