one time being Keeper of the History had been something Kellan had been proud of. That wasn’t the case anymore. He turned his mind away from then when he heard something hit the shower wall. “Listen in case Denae falls. She’s stubborn.”
It took ten minutes for Kellan to find Cassie downstairs and then make his way back to Denae. As he neared her room, he found the door cracked with Rhys nowhere in sight.
Then he heard Denae’s laugh and Rhys’s voice. Kellan pushed the door open to find the pair at the window looking out.
“The sheep are climbing over each other,” Denae said in awe as she laughed.
Rhys leaned a forearm against the wall. “They tend to do that sometimes. The sheepdogs run along their backs, especially when the sheep are penned as they are now.”
“The sheep aren’t being slaughtered, are they?”
Rhys’s laugh was long and deep. “Nay, lass. They’re being sheared.”
“But you do slaughter them here,” she said as she turned her head to him.
“A few. Mostly we sell them. They’re loaded onto a truck and shipped off.”
“Will you bring them all in? I see some far off in the distance that look like little white specks.”
Rhys turned his head and spotted Kellan. “Aye,” he answered Denae. “I think my time here is done.”
“Done?” she asked and turned to see where he was looking.
As soon as her gaze locked with his, Kellan felt his blood heat. Her hair was still loose, beckoning him to touch it—to touch her.
Rhys cleared his throat into the silence. “Uh, Kellan, I told her I’d go see about finding her some clothes. She’s no’ comfortable walking around in…” Rhys pointed to the shorts and shirt on her body. “Well … that.”
Kellan didn’t understand why not. She hadn’t said a word yesterday or earlier about wanting something else to change into. As it was, he wanted out of his shirt, jeans, and boots.
He wanted to be in the clouds, floating upon the currents and looking at the world from high above. He wanted his hands in Denae’s hair, her body beneath him.
He wanted inside her.
Kellan looked away from her to Rhys. “That’s a good idea. I’ll go see about it.”
“Already on it,” Rhys said and hurried out of the room.
Kellan looked at the empty doorway long after Rhys walked out. There was no way he could begin to interrogate Denae until he had his body under control. That much was obviously—painfully—clear.
“Now it’s my turn to ask if I make you uncomfortable,” she said.
“Nay.” It was all he could get out. And he prayed she stayed away from him. He wasn’t sure how much restraint he could maintain if she came near him.
“Dreagan is a beautiful place. I’ve tasted the whisky as well. It’s no wonder y’all have done so well.”
He regarded her, comprehending that she was going somewhere with her talk. “But?”
“But … I get the feeling there is much more to this place. Take you, for example.”
“What about me?” He shouldn’t engage her in such a manner, but he was curious how she saw him.
She licked her lips, bringing his attention to their fullness, their plumpness that begged to be kissed. “You’re different. When I look in your eyes, it’s almost as if … as if I’m looking back in time.”
Kellan knew he couldn’t allow her to go on. He had to turn the tables on her, to get her to talk about anything but how she saw him. It was too dangerous for her—and for him.
He decided to repeat the questions already put to her. Perhaps he would learn something different, because there had to be more. He didn’t want her to be a woman in need of assistance. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could ignore her sweet curves.
Admitting that, even to himself, infuriated him. She was a human. He must remember what they had done to him and his bronze dragons.
“What did you and Matt really think you were going to find here? What did Matt believe would come out once he had you wounded and used
It took ten minutes for Kellan to find Cassie downstairs and then make his way back to Denae. As he neared her room, he found the door cracked with Rhys nowhere in sight.
Then he heard Denae’s laugh and Rhys’s voice. Kellan pushed the door open to find the pair at the window looking out.
“The sheep are climbing over each other,” Denae said in awe as she laughed.
Rhys leaned a forearm against the wall. “They tend to do that sometimes. The sheepdogs run along their backs, especially when the sheep are penned as they are now.”
“The sheep aren’t being slaughtered, are they?”
Rhys’s laugh was long and deep. “Nay, lass. They’re being sheared.”
“But you do slaughter them here,” she said as she turned her head to him.
“A few. Mostly we sell them. They’re loaded onto a truck and shipped off.”
“Will you bring them all in? I see some far off in the distance that look like little white specks.”
Rhys turned his head and spotted Kellan. “Aye,” he answered Denae. “I think my time here is done.”
“Done?” she asked and turned to see where he was looking.
As soon as her gaze locked with his, Kellan felt his blood heat. Her hair was still loose, beckoning him to touch it—to touch her.
Rhys cleared his throat into the silence. “Uh, Kellan, I told her I’d go see about finding her some clothes. She’s no’ comfortable walking around in…” Rhys pointed to the shorts and shirt on her body. “Well … that.”
Kellan didn’t understand why not. She hadn’t said a word yesterday or earlier about wanting something else to change into. As it was, he wanted out of his shirt, jeans, and boots.
He wanted to be in the clouds, floating upon the currents and looking at the world from high above. He wanted his hands in Denae’s hair, her body beneath him.
He wanted inside her.
Kellan looked away from her to Rhys. “That’s a good idea. I’ll go see about it.”
“Already on it,” Rhys said and hurried out of the room.
Kellan looked at the empty doorway long after Rhys walked out. There was no way he could begin to interrogate Denae until he had his body under control. That much was obviously—painfully—clear.
“Now it’s my turn to ask if I make you uncomfortable,” she said.
“Nay.” It was all he could get out. And he prayed she stayed away from him. He wasn’t sure how much restraint he could maintain if she came near him.
“Dreagan is a beautiful place. I’ve tasted the whisky as well. It’s no wonder y’all have done so well.”
He regarded her, comprehending that she was going somewhere with her talk. “But?”
“But … I get the feeling there is much more to this place. Take you, for example.”
“What about me?” He shouldn’t engage her in such a manner, but he was curious how she saw him.
She licked her lips, bringing his attention to their fullness, their plumpness that begged to be kissed. “You’re different. When I look in your eyes, it’s almost as if … as if I’m looking back in time.”
Kellan knew he couldn’t allow her to go on. He had to turn the tables on her, to get her to talk about anything but how she saw him. It was too dangerous for her—and for him.
He decided to repeat the questions already put to her. Perhaps he would learn something different, because there had to be more. He didn’t want her to be a woman in need of assistance. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could ignore her sweet curves.
Admitting that, even to himself, infuriated him. She was a human. He must remember what they had done to him and his bronze dragons.
“What did you and Matt really think you were going to find here? What did Matt believe would come out once he had you wounded and used
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