Page 2 of The Dragon and Her Thief
“Well, for one, I’m too pretty to go to jail.”
Everyone in the group laughed, but she snorted. Her friend was sort of a manwhore. “Who told you that?”
Not that she could talk.
They used to bet on who could pull the most girls on nights the bar scene was dull.
She had more notches on her bedpost than him. Some chicks jumped at the chance of a one-night stand with her. They were always curious as to what it would be like having sex with a woman.
She didn’t mind, because most times, all she was looking for was a good time with no strings attached.
“Your mother mentioned it once.”
She shoved his shoulder. “You were sixteen and had a baby face. Now you’re thirty-five with—”
“A great job, a big dick, and never a cold bed.”
“Oh, God. I do not want to hear about your dick.” The barkeep returned and dropped their frothy beers in front of them. She grabbed hers and took a healthy sip. “Besides, I’m sure I have a strap-on bigger than you.”
Jasper choked on his beer as they all fell into a fit of laughter. Jasper wiped his face, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“And I don’t want to hear about your strap-ons.”
She loved her best friend. She didn’t know what she would do without him.
“Well, if Jasper here is too chicken to cause a distraction, I’m sure me and the fellas could do it for you,” Kevin offered.
Kelsey spun around and stared at the small group of men that surrounded her. These were men who worked at the factory with her and Jasper.
“I’m not asking for anything dangerous. It could be made to look like kids play,” she said, taking a sip of her beer. “Don, you sure Kathy won’t box your ears?”
“My wife will be fine. You let me worry about her.”
She forced herself not to snort. Everyone knew Kathy wore the pants in the family.
Instead, she cocked her brow and asked, “Don, you sure?”
“Hell yeah,” he replied, folding his arms across his burly chest. “I would love to see that dragon get knocked off her pedestal.”
“I have a few fireworks and explosives left over from last July,” Harvey offered.
“We’re in, Kelsey. Let’s get your family heirloom back,” Alfie said.
All eyes turned to Jasper, who was the only one who hadn’t committed. He paused, his mug an inch from his lips. With her best pleading, puppy dog eyes, she watched him slowly set down his beer.
“Fine. I’m in,” he groaned, throwing his hands up in defeat. Kelsey jumped from her chair and threw her arms around his neck, squeezing him in a tight hug.
“Thank you.” She pressed a hard kiss to his cheek before letting him go. “You guys are the best.”
“There’s a meeting of the mighty dragons on Sunday night,” James volunteered.
“We’ll wait until she leaves,” Kelsey started. They would need a strong plan. Once the oversized onyx dragon flew across the sky, they would wait. The distraction would be for the castle employees.
If they were going to steal from a dragon, the best time would be when the dragon wasn’t there.
Kelsey would be in and out before anyone would know any better.
Wrapping a towel around her body, Kelsey exited her bathroom and stepped into her bedroom. She was bone tired, and still tipsy from drinking with Jasper.
