Chapter 11Week 4, Sunday
Lachlan
The rest of Sunday would have been, essentially, my dream day if not for the complete upheaval of Taran’s life. I wanted him in mine, yes, but not because he’d run out of better options. Until he got word about his apartment, he was entirely at loose ends. “D’you want to see if there’s something in my workshop you could play with? Or else we could put a movie on,” I offered.
“Workshop,” he said immediately. “I’ve never done any metalworking in my life but I’m dying to prowl around in the dragon’s hoard.”
“All right then,” I said, very nearly making a joke about how it wouldn’t burst into flame if disturbed. Which dragon was that, anyway? Was it Smaug? Was it even a dragon? Never mind. “Come along in.”
“You sound more Scottish today,” he said, following
