How to Date a Dragon by Ashlyn Chase Page A

I’m not as good at that kind of thing as you are.”
    She let out a deep breath. “I’ll get you some water.”
    While she was in the kitchen, he called out to her. “Bliss? I need to apologize more emphatically. I know you probably won’t forgive me, but it’s important that you know I’m so—”
    The next thing he knew, she was bending over the back of the sofa, kissing him senseless, Spiderman-style. It didn’t even matter that she was facing him upside down. Their lips fit perfectly. Her soft warmth eased the ache inside, not the physical one. The emotional battering he had been giving himself.
    When she let up on the pressure, she gave him another tender peck and said, “You’re forgiven, but I have something to tell you.”
    This was it. He had to be honest with her. Better she knew exactly who and what he was now, rather than test her trust again later.
    “I have something to tell you too.”
    “Me first,” she said.
    She handed him the pills and glass of water, and as soon as he took them, she disappeared down the hall again. A door opened and didn’t shut, so he figured she must be coming right back.
    Waiting gave him a moment to compose his words, but what would they be? By the way, remember during the fire when you thought you saw a reptilian form behind my face mask? Well, you were right… That was my alternate shape. I’m a shapeshifter. Had no choice in the matter. I was born that way. I hope you can accept my—um, uniqueness?
    It took a few minutes before she returned with a card in her hand. During that time, he’d composed his little speech a few times, but every version sounded ridiculous. She’d probably assume he was lying to her again.
    He was almost relieved when he saw the card. Whatever she had to say in there, he could take it. Hell, he probably deserved it.
    He grimaced. “It looks like I’m getting a card.”
    “Oh, yeah.” She stood in front of the lounger and handed it to him.
    Crap. It’s the picture of the dragon again. Maybe she does know… Then he read the words.
    “You made a mistake and that means you’re human…” Nope, she doesn’t know. He sighed and opened the card so he could read the rest. “But do it again, and you’ll see me fumin’.”
    This time the dragon had smoke coming out of its nostrils. He couldn’t help smiling, even if she was opening the door to his confession. The one he still didn’t know how to tell her yet.
    “Does this mean you forgive me?”
    “With conditions,” she said.
    “Lay ’em on me, sweetheart.”
    Bliss crossed her arms and said, “If you want to see other women, naturally you can, but if that’s what you decide, I’m out. And you’ll tell me right away. Agreed?”
    “I won’t need—”
    She lifted her palm as if to say, I don’t want to hear it , and repeated, “Agreed?”
    “Absolutely.”
    She inhaled like she was taking a moment, thinking something over. He waited to give her a chance to finish her thoughts.
    “Good.”
    “Is that it? You said conditions—plural.”
    “One more…” Bliss sighed. “Try to be honest with me from now on. About everything. I’m a big girl and I know how to take bad news without having a hissy fit. I’d prefer an ugly truth to a pretty lie.”
    Drake gulped. She said, try… How hard should I try? Shit. He knew what he had to do, but was she ready? Were they ready?
    “I have another card for you if this happens again.”
    “Uh-oh. What’s that?” Drake asked.
    “On the front I drew a beautiful old sailing vessel.”
    “Sounds nice. And on the inside?”
    “Just two words… Frig-it!”

Chapter 7
    As the medication kicked in, Drake’s pain was not the only thing growing duller. So was his mind. Did he dare discuss the truth with Bliss while he was less than sharp?
    Fuck it. I have to.
    “Blish, honey. There ish one thing I ’ave to tell you…” he slurred.
    She chuckled. “Sounds like those pain pills are kicking in.”
    “Oh, mosht