Page 85 of Edge of Darkness

Allowing his dragon to take over, Hudson joined Connie in the sky.

THE NEXT morning, he and Connie collected Kit and escorted their mate to breakfast. Hudson had succeeded in swallowing his groan when Kit answered the door, but Connie hadn’t quite managed to.

Hudson understood why.

Kit was absolutely breathtaking in an emerald-green mesh, collarless shirt with multicolored flower appliqués on it. Underneath the see-through shirt, Kit wore a sleeveless crop top of the same emerald-green color.

But what stirred Hudson was the brown leather kilt. His mind flashed back to the first Scots Highlander he’d ever met… who’d worn nothing under it. Hudson had found that out firsthand.

Which begged the question, what exactly didKithave underneath that kilt? Connie apparently had the same thought if the sudden spike in his scent was any indication.

Kit had finished the look with leather necklaces and wristbands. And combat boots. Kit once more had his hair French braided and makeup done.

Honestly, Kit made Hudson feel downright dowdy in his suit.

“Good morning,” Kit said, stepping out into the hallway and closing the door behind him.

“Morning.” Hudson kept an eye on Connie as he answered. It took a couple seconds for Connie to get himself under control, but he did eventually answer Kit too.

“That shirt really makes your eyes look green,” Connie said as he walked next to Kit.

Hudson was proud of Connie. At least he wasn’t having to throw himself into the pooleverytime he came in contact with Kit. Progress!

“Yeah, green usually does that with hazel eyes.” Kit looked up at Connie as they walked down the hallway. “It just so happens to be one of my favorite colors too.”

“Oh? What’s another favorite color of yours?” Hudson asked, his hand casually brushing against Kit’s as they walked.

“Red and all shades of it,” Kit admitted.

Hudson quickly glanced at Connie over Kit’s head, a small smile lurking at his lips. Well now, that was certainly an excellent choice. Nothing a red dragon liked better than hearing his mate liked the color red.

“But honestly? I like all colors. What about you?” Kit asked Hudson.

“Red,” Hudson said immediately.

“Connie?”

“Same,” Connie chimed in, looking down at his brown suit. “But I also like gold. And brown.”

“I tend to favor blues and grays,” Hudson said, running a hand down his chest to draw attention to his light-gray suit. It gave him a small thrill that Kit’s gaze followed his hand.

“Both of you look nice in suits, but I don’t know if I could wear one every day.” Kit ruefully glanced down at his clothes. “I like variety.”

“And we definitely like your variety,” Connie added, gently nudging Kit.

Kit flashed Connie a flirty little smile as they walked into the communal dining area.

Hudson hid a grin as color rushed to Connie’s face. Connie had a tendency to blush more than Hudson did. And at a thousand years old, Hudson had pretty much done and seen everything there was to do and see. Nothing much made him blush anymore.

He had a feeling that could change though, thanks to Kit.

They went through the buffet line, filled their plates, and escorted Kit to one of the tables. Once more they positioned Kit between the two of them.

As if conjured from thin air, Audrey and Sheila immediately plopped down across from Kit with plates full of food.

“Good morning,” Audrey chirped, immediately cutting into her fried eggs.

“Hey, everyone,” Sheila said. “Kit? I really enjoyed you showing Audrey and me around your bookstore yesterday.”

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