Page 3 of Fire in Cabin 27
When I’d all but licked the plate clean, I thanked the server for the meal, and she was kind enough to give me directions to the grocer, which was just around the bend. With a promise to return before the end of my vacation, I was off to battle the crowds at the store. Hopefully this one trip will be enough, but with my dragon’s appetite appeased and him napping, it was the right time to shop.
Parking was a bit of a challenge and finding a cart was next to impossible. I literally stalked the corral waiting for a return, which took a few minutes, but finally managed to snag one then reluctantly, headed inside.
“What the ever-loving fuck.” Dante had nothing on the circles in this hell. A woman tsked as she passed me, muttering nonsense about my language. I blew her off and dove into the abyss.
A verbal battle with a wolf shifter ensued and my dragon nearly burst forth in front of the meat cases. Finally, the butcher arrived with trays laden with chicken and beef, which we both emptied into our baskets. Foolish wolf, as though he could take on a dragon. But our growls did clear the crowd and provide the perfect exit after scoring this win.
Many of the shelves were empty and in the end I was pleased with what I was able to get. After a lengthy wait in the checkout line, I’d finally loaded my purchases into the truck and found my way back to the cabin.
“What the?” There was a small sports car parked where my truck had been. With no neighbors around there was no way any of them ran out of parking spaces at their own cabins and had to utilize mine.
Omega, my dragon snarled.
Yes, I smell it too.
Slowly, I crept inside. The music was so loud it was impossible for the intruder to hear me as I neared them. My stuff sat by the front door, bags of dry goods included.
But that scent…
I followed it to the kitchen and there he was, sans heels, dancing to whatever this infernal racket was.
Mate.
Do not fucking go there, dragon. There is no way the goddess would be so cruel.
But would it truly be cruel? I mean…yeah.
You smell it too.
Enough!
“What are you doing in my kitchen?”
He screamed and clutched his chest. His eyes rolled back and thankfully, I snatched him up before his head hit the floor.
We broke him.
Yes, dragon, it appears we did.
Fuck, now what do I do with him, though a better question was, what the hell was he doing in my cabin?
Chapter Two
Juni
“Hellloooo,” a strange voice called out. “Are you in there?”
“Of course I’m in here.” Stupid question. Slowly, I opened my eyes to find a very large, gorgeous, scowly man standing there. “Who are you? What are you doing in my cabin.” I scrambled up the back of the bed. “How did I get into bed? What did you do to me?” Still fully clothed removed the fear that I’d been roofied, but only just.
He held his hands out in front of him. “You’re okay. You passed out.”
“Who. Are. You?” I enunciated as clearly as I could given that he’d bypassed answering that question already. I got the impression he wasn’t the brightest bulb.
“I’m Kyson. And you are?”
“About to call the police if you don’t leave. Where’s my phone?”
“Here,” he handed it to me. “Won’t do you any good. I called the front desk and found out they doubled booked this cabin. Actually, they double booked all the cabins.”
