Jasmine used the faded dish towel to pop the cooling loaf out of the pan. She had wondered if the tiny oven, which likely didn"t see much use in the cabin, would function properly, but the crust was perfect. Now if only her life was as easy to put together as her aunt"s favorite spice loaf.
She should be angry with these men—these dragons. Kylan had been one of the orchestrators of this whole Dragon Agreement fiasco and Dillon had been at her home when the other dragons destroyed it. But anger wasn"t there.
dragons"Can you believe that, Kylan?" Dillon rubbed his hands together. "She baked something, just like that." He snapped his fingers. "No recipe or anything."
The men both hummed in appreciation as the sweet mouth-watering aroma floated through the air. She cut thick slices of the w
