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who had contacted Gerri about finding a date, was an attractive redhead.
Beautiful most might say if they were of a mind to better appreciate her. And
he would. After a few more cupcakes. Right now he was still recovering. The
other, Julie’s assistant, Vivienne, was a mousy blond with thick tinted glasses
and a bad slump.
something about her that seemed…off.
detected no scent outside the usual female interest. He saw red and looked
through his dragon eyes. Nothing there either. All he could detect was
synthetic hair. So she wore a wig. Many women did on occasion. At least in his
one of his clandestine circles.
Kage,” Gerri cut into his thoughts. “He’s currently a Navy pilot.”
because he couldn’t spread his own wings and fly.
F/A-18 Super Hornet would have to do.
Julie,” Gerri continued, that same glint of amusement still in her eyes. “She
runs her own P.I. business.”
not to choke on his cupcake. Julie, with her thundering heart and flushed skin,
was no private investigator. Not based on her noticeable reaction to him. But
Vivienne? His eyes slid her way. Now there was a steady, practiced heart rate.
There was someone barely breaking a sweat despite that uncomfortable wig and
bulky wool suit.
buzzer went off in the kitchen, Gerri smiled. “Ah, the vanilla cupcakes are
done.” She stood and looked at Julie. “Mind helping me get them out of the
oven? It’ll only take a moment.”
asking Vivienne? The one he wasn’t here to meet?
vanilla’s my favorite,” Julie chirped and leapt up so quickly Kage knew she
wanted to be here about as much as he did. So what was the deal? Was she
swindled into this too?
half his life looking over his shoulder, so he had a pretty good eye for
deception. A masterful eye, some might say. His gaze slid back to Vivienne. She
hadn’t spoken once. Maybe it was time she did.
you decide to come along with your boss to a dating agency, Vivienne?”
feel of her name on his tongue.
her lips as she licked them quickly and murmured, “Moral support.”
whispered, his gaze still lingering on those full, lipstick-free pouty lips.
They were about the only thing she hadn’t been able to hide. Because she was
trying to hide, wasn’t she?
could rattle her.
Julie knows I’m a shifter or she wouldn’t have reached out to Gerri for a
date.” He perked a brow. “It’s not every day a girl’s interested in meeting a
dragon.” He lowered his voice in light-hearted warning. “After all, we run a
little aggressive in the bedroom.”
swallowed, her voice suddenly husky. “I’m sure Julie knows what she’s doing.”
nearly said as a slow grin crept onto his face. She liked what she heard. Yet
there was still no scent of arousal. Strange. And telling.
definitely wasn’t who she pretended to be.