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I spent some time changing my top layer to something more fitted and putting my boots on.
Then I drank some coffee and fiddled with the radio.
Then I checked my email and drank some more coffee.
Then I googled dragons in the Austin area, because why the hell not? Oh, and I drank some more coffee.
My dragon search got me absolutely nothing useful, but you never knew who was putting what up on the internet these days.
And that killed about five minutes total, leaving another fifty-five with me and the guy who smelled like sheets I wanted to wallow in.
Looked like that thing I had for citrus soap and essence of Aiden, the clean-musk scent I’d imprinted on my brain when he’d been inches away, wasn’t a temporary attack of overactive hormones.
Not a pleasant discovery, especially since
