Page 219 of His White Moonlight
I wasn’t stupid.Nothing about what he just said was the cause of his guilt and nervousness.
I narrowed my eyes at him and looked at the phone.
“What’s he leaving out, Konni?”
“He promised to, um… You explain it to her, you moon-cursed ass.And hurry up.I need you.”
The call disconnected.
“Hurry up…I need you?”I arched a brow at Bennett.“I’m usually pretty accurate at reading situations, but this one has me wondering so many things.Exactly how close were you and Konni at school?”
Bennett flushed.
“It’s not…” He cleared his throat.“Dragons molt every three to five years.It’s uncomfortable for them if they don’t have help.”
“Okay.”I drew out the word.“So Konni’s a dragon.That’s interesting.I’ve seen a lizard molting, and assuming he’s not that small when he shifts, I can see why he’d need help.But why is helping him molt making you so red?”I trailed my finger over his cheek, which grew even redder.
“It’s…he…” Bennett sighed.“Dragons molt in their human form.”
I slowly smiled as my imagination painted a picture for me.
“Can this be a closed topic?”he asked.
Bennett was adorable when he was uncomfortable, and there had to be something wrong with me for enjoying it so much.
“It can be.But what if I can make it worth your while to make it not a closed topic?”
He lost a hint of his embarrassment with a flicker of interest.
“What do you mean?”
“Would you be willing to consider a deal to make this an open topic?”
I watched as he weighed the wisdom of possibly telling me whatever he was hiding and leaned in to whisper in his ear.
“You’re just making me want to know even more when you act like this.”
He started to tremble.I stood and went to his door.
“Yes,” he said.“I’m willing to make a deal.”
When I looked back over my shoulder at him, he still looked torn.How big was this secret?Big enough.I knew I’d learn by making offers and watching him weigh them.
“Good.I’ll think of something I’m willing to give and make a proposal tonight.Don’t forget to tell Dad about the announcement.”
With a smile, I left.Miranda was sitting at our desk but with her chair blatantly turned toward Bennett’s office window.
“That looked fun,” she said.“To quote your Grandma, ‘You have him by the pebbles.Keep him unbalanced.’”
“Could you hear us?”
“No.Your Grandma and I were just watching.I’m surprised he didn’t do more when you sat on his lap.”
“He’s afraid of hurting me with this.”I held up my arm.
“Makes sense.When do the stitches come out?”
“I have an appointment next week.”
