Only For Her Dragon (Dragon Guard Series Book 6) by Julia Mills Page B
Authors: Julia Mills
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Always feed her breakfast, especially pancakes. Have LOTS of syrup on hand.
She paused and he watched a flurry of emotions cross her face. Clearing her throat, she spoke again, and this time it was with conviction. “I have a couple of questions for you and I have to know that you’ll answer them with total honesty. Can you do that for me?”
“I told you there would be no more secrets between us and I meant what I said,” he answered, trying to keep the hurt and frustration at her continued mistrust out of his voice.
The look on her face said she knew she’d wounded his pride and that made him even madder. She spoke before he could further respond. “Don’t get upset. It’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s that I don’t know what you can and can’t tell me. What are the rules? Sam said I could know everything, but what is everything ? I guess I should’ve said that if there’s something you can’t answer, some detail you can’t share, just tell me. I can handle that. I just can’t handle being kept in the dark. I don’t operate that way. Make sense?”
He nodded, once again in awe of her intuitive nature.
“Okay, now? I don’t want you upset, but I have to know I can be straight with you and you’ll be straight with me, ya know? ‘Cause here’s the thing… what we did last night, what we shared, I don’t take lightly. And if I’m to be as honest with you as I want you to be with me, I have to admit that it has never been like that with anyone else… ever .”
He restrained himself from fist pumping the air while his dragon roared his own pleasure at her comment in his head. All he could do was nod and agree as he watched just the touch of a blush highlight her cheeks.
“So we’re good right?” she asked.
“Yes, mo chroi . We’re good.”
She pointed at him and rushed to ask, “That’s one of the things I wanted to ask. That language…what you just called me. You used it last night, too. What is it?”
He chuckled, not surprised she had noticed it, and explained. “It is a form of Gaelic. It’s the language our ancestors, the dragons used. Out of respect for their faith in us, the first shifters chose to continue its use. My parents were fluent and made sure my brothers and I knew how to read, write, and speak it. I’m ashamed to say that over time, we became used to speaking the native language of wherever we happened to live at the time to maintain our cover, and our Gaelic, at least mine, became rusty. With you, it just seems natural to use it.”
“And what did you just call me?”
“My heart.”
Charlie sat across the table staring at him like he’d grown an extra head while he worked hard not to laugh. She’d asked that he hold nothing back and he’d been as straight as he could be. He watched as she composed herself and had to give her credit for never breaking eye contact. When she spoke again, he heard a little waver, but for the most part, she kept it together. His mate was truly outstanding.
“Okay, we’ll get back to that.
She asked a lot of question he knew for a fact Samantha had answered, and some that seemed trivial. He wondered if she was comparing their answers, but from the thoughts she was letting fly around, it seemed she was only interested in what he had to say. There were a few long pauses in their conversation where he was sure she was trying to get up her nerve for something. Charlie chewed on her lip when she was deep in thought or less than confidant about something. It was the one tell he’d been able to pick up while they talked.
Aaron watched one such bout of lip chewing, then saw resolve enter her eyes. When she spoke, it was a little more rushed than it had previously been, but still straight to the point. “Last night, was there a time when I could hear your thoughts or you could hear mine? I…”
“Yes, there most definitely was,” he immediately answered, cutting off her next comment.
Finally, we’re getting
Always feed her breakfast, especially pancakes. Have LOTS of syrup on hand.
She paused and he watched a flurry of emotions cross her face. Clearing her throat, she spoke again, and this time it was with conviction. “I have a couple of questions for you and I have to know that you’ll answer them with total honesty. Can you do that for me?”
“I told you there would be no more secrets between us and I meant what I said,” he answered, trying to keep the hurt and frustration at her continued mistrust out of his voice.
The look on her face said she knew she’d wounded his pride and that made him even madder. She spoke before he could further respond. “Don’t get upset. It’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s that I don’t know what you can and can’t tell me. What are the rules? Sam said I could know everything, but what is everything ? I guess I should’ve said that if there’s something you can’t answer, some detail you can’t share, just tell me. I can handle that. I just can’t handle being kept in the dark. I don’t operate that way. Make sense?”
He nodded, once again in awe of her intuitive nature.
“Okay, now? I don’t want you upset, but I have to know I can be straight with you and you’ll be straight with me, ya know? ‘Cause here’s the thing… what we did last night, what we shared, I don’t take lightly. And if I’m to be as honest with you as I want you to be with me, I have to admit that it has never been like that with anyone else… ever .”
He restrained himself from fist pumping the air while his dragon roared his own pleasure at her comment in his head. All he could do was nod and agree as he watched just the touch of a blush highlight her cheeks.
“So we’re good right?” she asked.
“Yes, mo chroi . We’re good.”
She pointed at him and rushed to ask, “That’s one of the things I wanted to ask. That language…what you just called me. You used it last night, too. What is it?”
He chuckled, not surprised she had noticed it, and explained. “It is a form of Gaelic. It’s the language our ancestors, the dragons used. Out of respect for their faith in us, the first shifters chose to continue its use. My parents were fluent and made sure my brothers and I knew how to read, write, and speak it. I’m ashamed to say that over time, we became used to speaking the native language of wherever we happened to live at the time to maintain our cover, and our Gaelic, at least mine, became rusty. With you, it just seems natural to use it.”
“And what did you just call me?”
“My heart.”
Charlie sat across the table staring at him like he’d grown an extra head while he worked hard not to laugh. She’d asked that he hold nothing back and he’d been as straight as he could be. He watched as she composed herself and had to give her credit for never breaking eye contact. When she spoke again, he heard a little waver, but for the most part, she kept it together. His mate was truly outstanding.
“Okay, we’ll get back to that.
She asked a lot of question he knew for a fact Samantha had answered, and some that seemed trivial. He wondered if she was comparing their answers, but from the thoughts she was letting fly around, it seemed she was only interested in what he had to say. There were a few long pauses in their conversation where he was sure she was trying to get up her nerve for something. Charlie chewed on her lip when she was deep in thought or less than confidant about something. It was the one tell he’d been able to pick up while they talked.
Aaron watched one such bout of lip chewing, then saw resolve enter her eyes. When she spoke, it was a little more rushed than it had previously been, but still straight to the point. “Last night, was there a time when I could hear your thoughts or you could hear mine? I…”
“Yes, there most definitely was,” he immediately answered, cutting off her next comment.
Finally, we’re getting
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