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hectic as it used to be, and damn sure not as hectic as yours."
    Which reminded me of something we'd talked about a few weeks before. "Did you talk to Terra about working at the office?"
    Logan nodded. "I did, and she's okay with it."
    "When are you going to talk to Mr. Whitehaven?"
    "Probably next week. I have to decide who'll take over the garage if he hires me."
    "Oh, yeah, that's an important decision." Was I hanging out in his arms too long? He didn't seem to mind. I damn sure didn't mind, because Logan's arms were a great place to be.
    Even better when he bent his head slightly, inviting me to take advantage of his lips being close. I did take advantage, but only for a few seconds before drawing back again. More kissing, and I wouldn't want to send him out the door. "I'll see you tomorrow night."
    "Okay." He pressed his cheek against mine, a soft rasp of a purr escaping, and released me. "Sleep well."
    "You too."
    I spent a few minutes doing a victory dance after closing the door behind him, happy I hadn't ruined things by asking for that rain check. Bone and Diablo joined in, prancing and grinning, infected by my happiness.
    After my victory dance, I went to my home office. Funny thing: The more questions I received answers to, the more aware I became of others. Many of them were vague annoyances, not necessarily important. Yet, I had a sudden burning desire to find the answers to as many of them as possible.
    Sitting at my desk, I picked up a pen and dragged the waiting legal pad in front of me. "Start simple."
    What questions had bugged me for a while? "Ooh, I know."
    I wrote "What is Mr. Whitehaven? Why is he so important in the supe community that they call him 'Lord'?"
    I tapped the pen a few times before coming up with my next question: "Where/who is the dragon?"
    That seemed like a good start, and I congratulated myself while re-reading the questions. "Hey, wait a minute."
    White dragon. Whitehaven. No, just because Dr. Allen turned out to be Alleryn... But I'd seen my boss's eyes glow red a few times and he had pure white hair. Dragons breathed fire, right? And fire was partially red.
    Couldn't dragons do magic too? I'd read fairytales as a kid, and thought I remembered one or two where the dragon masqueraded as a human. "Holy crap."
    No, wait. That really wasn't enough evidence to decide my boss was Santo Trueno's resident dragon. Was it?
    Then again, when I was a dog, I'd smelled Whitehaven's scent. It had been smoky and kind of metallic. And he did have all those treasures... "You know what? I'll just ask him privately when I have the chance."
    It'd be cool to learn I was working for a dragon. Maybe not so cool if Mr. Whitehaven was the dragon, and blew a draconic gasket when I asked.
    Shaking that out of my head, I moved on and wrote "Talk to Moira about the ancestors."
    The why of my seeing them didn't really bother me. The dream was the issue: the White Queen jumping inside of and transforming me. That bothered me a lot, because of the empty spot in the circle of spectral tigers on Solstice Night.
    However she'd done it, the missing tiger had helped save Logan. I didn't feel different, but what if she were trapped inside me or something? If she were, then getting her out seemed like the right thing to do. After all, the curse could be affecting her in some fashion.
    "Okay, what else?" I didn't have to think about it, because only the biggie was left: "Who the hell cursed me this time, and why?"
    I doubted there'd be an answer for that one before the end of the year, with only four days left. Overtaken by a yawn, I dropped the pen and decided it was bed time.
    After making my rounds to check the front and back doors—it was too cold to have to worry about having opened windows—I called the dogs and picked up the two Chihuahuas for the trip upstairs. Leglin's room had become the whole pack's room, but the hound didn't mind. He slept with me anyway, since I didn't have a boyfriend staying overnight