Page 6 of To Ignite a Dragon's Desire

I quickly closed my mouth.

“Morning.” The deep timbre of his voice rumbled across my skin. He still sounded sleepy.

If he was anything like Drew, that meant I’d need to stay quiet until he fully woke up.

“You’re hungry,” the man said, looking over his shoulder. Bluish-green eyes pinned me in place. They were unnerving in their color, bright and arresting in their intensity. Like stained glass, so pretty you wanted to keep staring at them.

I forced myself to look down.

His jaw was huge, stubbled with the shadow of a beard, and an easy smile made my heart flutter.

I said nothing.

It was a statement, not a question anyway.

My stomach gurgled.

The man frowned.

Our gazes both dropped at the same time to my hand still holding the six-inch pocketknife.

It wasn’t going to do much damage. I wasn’t sure it’d even be able to pierce his solid looking flesh.

The man arched one of his heavy brows. Humor danced across his face. “I’m cooking as fast as I can.”

Mortified, I put my hands behind my back and breathed slowly through my nose. The tease of his words made me sick.

He doesn’t mean it like that.

Learn to take a joke.

“Have a seat.” The man motioned to the breakfast nook next to a large bay window that overlooked aspen trees and trimmed hedges outside. “Breakfast will be ready in a minute.”

I gripped the knife tighter behind my back, knowing it was useless, but needing something to feel more in control. Licking my lips, I stood up straight.

“Are you the dragon who kidnapped me?” My voice came out dry and cracked, but I was proud of myself for speaking up.

“Are you going to stab me if I say yes?” The man returned to the sizzling skillet on the stove as if he wasn’t worried in the slightest if I stabbed him or not.

Anger rolled through me as I flicked the knife closed. “I’m assuming that’s a yes.”

He shrugged with one shoulder.

“You need to take me back,” I said, adding more strength to my tone.

“Aye. I will, love. But first you need to eat.” He motioned to the breakfast nook again as he cracked eggs into a bowl. “Sit and talk to me while I finish with these.”

What is happening?

I looked at the breakfast nook and then back to him. The window was open above the sink. A hummingbird came to the feeder hanging from the roof and the dragon-man started to whistle, drawing the bird’s attention as it drank.

I blinked.

“We can eat standing if you want.” He turned off the burner and started plating the bacon.

I stood there a moment longer, testing to see what his reaction would be. He resumed whistling that soft tune. The bird called a friend over. A breeze drifted through the trees in the garden just beyond the kitchen window.

Slowly, I made my way to the circular bench seat and sat, resting my arms on the wood table.

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