Dillon sat in the leather chair by the potbellied stove and tapped his foot. That was the only indication of the restlessness eating at him. He had questions, but he could wait until she was ready. They were at the precipice of something important. As much as he wanted to, he wouldn"t force it. Jasmine was every bit as wonderful in his brief glimpse of her this morning as she had been yesterday morning.
They needed to approach this conversation carefully.
Kylan dressed in silence, then went to stand by the window. Dillon had never seen his chief so tender with anyone before. It was an obvious sign that his dragon senses were opening to the woman in the next room.
He silently outlined the risks. That was his job. But the benefits of exploring the opportunity to mate her far outweighed th
