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was that?” she asked, searching the woods for danger as her instincts kicked up to survival mode. The fine hairs on her body were electrified.
    “That would be your beau coming to protect you from those horrible life decisions,” Willa said.
    Matt and Jason rushed to re-light the fire while Creed righted a pair of toppled lawn chairs. And by the time the glow of the firelight was illuminating the trailer park once again, Damon himself stepped from the woods wearing dark dress pants. He was still fastening up the top few buttons of his white oxford shirt.
    “Wait, did you bring a change of clothes for your Shift?” Jason asked. “Like, you carried a suit in your gigantic claws and flew through the air with it?”
    “Don’t make it weird.” Damon lifted his churning, silver gaze to Clara. She could’ve sworn she saw worry in his features, but it couldn’t be because he still wore his mask of indifference. But… he did look different somehow.
    “Are you all right?” he asked in a clear, steady timbre as he approached her.
    “Oh, my God,” Willa said, clasping her hands in front of her face and smiling all mushy. “It’s like one of my romance books. The Zillionaire Dragon’s Baby .”
    “Willa,” Damon warned low.
    “ Ravished by Her Dragon ,” Gia murmured helpfully.
    Willa laughed and said, “ Clara Beara and her Scaly Boinker .”
    Damon sighed a long, irritated sound, which only seemed to push Willa on.
    “ The Dragon’s Honey Pot . Daddy Dragon Wants a Zygote .”
    “Willa,” Damon repeated, his eyes tightening in the firelight.
    Softly, she whispered, “ Bear Boobs and Dragon Diddles .”
    “I would read the shit out of that,” Beaston said.
    “You would!” Willa rounded on him. “And by the way, I know it’s you whose been stealing all my romance books.”
    Beaston shrugged unapologetically and corrected, “Borrow, not steal.”
    Aviana’s shoulders were shaking with laughter behind him. And when Clara giggled too loud, she covered it with a delicate cough. If she didn’t know for a fact the last immortal dragon was grumpy and didn’t smile, she would’ve sworn he’d just cracked one. And in that flash of an instant, it had been mesmerizing. Straight white teeth behind those sensual lips, and dimples that she wanted to curl up and fall asleep in and oh, her ovaries were doing a fireworks show with trumpets playing in the background. And now he was looking at her like she was a weirdo with her mouth hanging open—probably because she was a weirdo with her mouth hanging open. He leaned over a smiling Gia, kissing her on the cheek in a sweet greeting as he took baby Rowan from her arms, and damn it all, Clara’s ovaries were nothing but mushroom clouds now.
    Damon freaking Daye was as hot as the fire he breathed.
    He held Rowan against his chest and cooed, “Brave little dragon. Did I wake you?” He bounced slightly and rocked from side to side, and within moments, Rowan had given up her fussing and was clinging to Damon’s pointer finger with one chubby fist and looking up at him with round eyes as dark as Creed’s. Fair skin and dark eyes to match the black crop of hair on her tiny dome.
    A mellow rumble sounded from within Damon, but it wasn’t the scary growls he’d emitted earlier. This was a satisfied sound. One of contentment as he studied the baby’s face and rocked her. The Gray Backs had gone quiet as they watched Damon lose himself in the little girl’s gaze. Slowly, he leaned down and smelled Rowan’s breath, then smiled and murmured, “Tiny fire breather.” And then there it was again—that heart-stopping smile. Here and gone, but she’d seen it.
    Damon handed Rowan back to Gia, but by the time his silver gaze landed on Clara, his features had turned to stone again. “Can I speak with you? Alone?”
    And just like that, all her mushy feelings evaporated at the coldness of his tone. “Fine.” She turned and sauntered off toward the tree line. Just inside