Her Dragon's Keeper
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Her Dragon’s Treasure
Scrambled or fried?
Cassandra eyed the giant egg in the delivery carton. Not the first time she’d received a package from her aunt and ended up with a yoke.
She scanned the note inside, paying close attention to the instructions.
What did Margaret think she was, an Ostrich?
No, she read the instructions twice. Keep it warm. Keep it hidden. This one is not for sale.
Before she could examine the egg closer, the bell above the door jingled. Cassandra closed the lid on the carton.
Movement at the back end of the shop caught her attention. Tempted as she was, she didn’t dare leave the carton unattended. She spotted a dark-haired man holding a small robin’s egg up to the light.
He tilted his head, revealing the strong cords of his bronzed neck. His shirt unbuttoned just enough to allow a peek at his chest. With his black suit pants he appeared to have gotten lost from somewhere down in the business district.
Such large hands, she mused, to cradle such a small object, like a fragile egg, between his fingers. A slow heat crept up her neck. No, with those wide shoulders, that hawk-like nose, she knew he was no pencil pusher.
She almost took a step around the counter, but grasped hold of the carton and sat it down on the floor out of sight.
When her head popped back up, Drake startled her. “Margaret’s got a buyer coming in. Don’t screw this one up.”
Cassandra took a deep breath, her hand still over her heart from Drake’s fright. “I think I know what I’m doing.”
Drake sauntered close to her. His cat-like green eyes flashed for her benefit. His narrow-slit pupil enlarging, hiding his alter dragon ego. “I’ll be keeping my eye on you. She doesn’t want any more slip ups.”
Cassandra pasted on her best smile. She kept the stranger in view from the corner of her eye. “Don’t you have somewhere you need to be?”
Ever since the last egg deal had gotten blown, Margaret had sent Drake to guard her investment at the gallery in Seattle. Cassandra had been disappointed it hadn’t been Jacques who showed up with the package.
“I go where the boss tells me to go. Just like you do what I tell you to do.” He flicked his finger under her chin. “Secure the package. I’ll return later to check on the deal.”
Cassandra flipped her dark hair behind her shoulder. Drake walked past her. Instead of going through the back as he usually did, he walked past the stranger. He paused, the stranger’s eyes locked on Drake. She watched them both acknowledge the other with a nod.
What kind of dragon did she have to deal with now?
Frozen behind the counter, the stranger approached her after she heard the door close at Drake’s departure. His white spiked hair and pale skin didn’t compare to the dragon before her.
A roman god, with a white tooth-grin that made her insides flutter.
With an accent like velvet against her cheek, she got goose bumps when he said, “I’m looking for a rare piece of work. Perhaps you can help me.”
She slid her foot near the carton, assuring herself it was there.
His kind didn’t come here seeking art. “You’ve come at the right time. What can I help you with?”