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dreams.
    She whispered, "Goodnight, Hyfor," and to her embarrassment, the tip of his tail waved goodnight in return.
    She backed away from the window, got ready for bed and lay down with a silly smirk on her face. Nya regretfully faced the likelihood that that same smile would be there in the morning.

    Chapter Six
    Nya's dreams were filled with music and an enticing feel of skin on skin. She woke with her bedding clutched to her neck and her thighs clenched tightly together. Her pulse was frantic and she was more desperate than she had ever been in her life.
    Cold shower.
    She soaked her head under the spray and breathed deeply. If dreams like that were part of Hyfor's seduction techniques, she was going to be on her back before she could say sneeze.
    Images, flashes of wings, muscles and strong arms, heat around her and deep inside. She groaned and pressed her forehead against the cool tile of the shower. Her lips were blue and she was shaking by the time she felt in control of her hormones.
    A message was flashing on her communication unit and when she triggered it, her assistant's voice said, "Mediator, your appointment today has cancelled. He had a bit too much to drink at the wedding last night. He will rebook for later in the week."
    Nya groaned and knew in that instant that it was interference on Berenghetti's part, an accelerated matchmaking attempt that was glaringly obvious.
    She called her assistant and informed her that she would not be coming into the office today. Nothing was worse than going into the office on her day off if there was nothing to do.
    She pulled on her favourite casual-day outfit--a loose pair of cottony trousers and a matching tunic in a crystal blue that matched her eyes. In the dusty environment of Arcros, boots were a must if she didn't want to spend every night scrubbing her feet back to a pasty white.
    Her boots for the day were a rough brown, tight across the calf and almost snug around the knee. She belted her tunic and went downstairs to wake the dragon.
    The smell of breakfast struck her halfway down the stairs. Hyfor was in the kitchen and a plate of eggs and another of sliced fruit were waiting for her. "Good morning, Antonya. I heard you in the shower and came in to make you breakfast."
    "Thank you. Um. I thought I locked the door." She bit her lip at his queer smile.
    "Locks are metal and metal is a mineral and minerals are mine to command."
    "Ah. I see. Good to know. If I want privacy, take up woodworking."
    He laughed and poured her a cup of fresh-squeezed juice. "I can break through most wood. You will have to become a master carpenter to keep me out if I want in, but I promise you all the privacy I can manage."
    The honesty in his tone was more than she had expected. "Your forthright attitude is refreshing if a little blunt for this time of day."
    He grinned again and jerked his head toward the plate. "Eat and we will go on tours of the various sites I have had prepared."
    "How did you know I suddenly have the day free?"
    He sat next to her at the counter and tried to look innocent. "I simply had a dream and was hoping that it was so."
    Giving him a sarcastic glare, she worked through her breakfast and enjoyed the silent companionship. He ate his food while she ate hers and though she was positive she ate slower than he did, they finished at the same time.
    He swiftly did the dishes and put them on the draining board. "Are you ready?"
    "Sure. But nothing that involves flying dragon-back."
    He looked disappointed.
    "Listen, I know that you want my legs wrapped around you, but throwing up the nice breakfast you just made is not the way I want to start my day."
    He chuckled. "Fine, but can I carry you? Flying will be faster."
    Nya weighed the pros and cons. She mimicked his tone, "Fine, but nothing more than an hour away and no wandering hands. This will be a platonic first date."
    He inclined his head. "Agreed. Shall we go?"
    She nodded and followed him to the door, passing