Page 22 of Miles's Pact
Good morning, I said through the bond, Mateo—who was back in human form and looked ready to face the day—interpreting for me again like last night.
"Pancakes okay with you?"
I nodded in an instant, making him chuckle.
"Do you drink coffee, Duckie?" Cassian asked, and I shook my head. I'd tried it yesterday, but the bitter flavor was not for me. Miles had added cream to mine to make it more palatable, but by the time I'd found it drinkable, it'd been more cream than coffee.
"He liked orange juice better," Miles chimed in, making my heart skip a beat. He'd noticed, huh?
Thank you, I told him, and he shot me a smile, sending my heart into a tailspin once more.
After breakfast, the three of us flew back home, where Mateo and Miles grabbed a shower while I pattered around the house. I wondered if I'd get to go out with one of them again.
I'd expected to feel overwhelmed by all the people I'd met over the past two days. After more than two decades of being on my own, I should have been struggling with this. But instead, I wanted more. I wanted to see more of the town, to meet more people from the clan. Maybe I'd even get to meet the dragon who watched over this town, who Mateo had informed me was Micah's father-in-law. Or one of them, anyway.
"Hey, Duckie," Mateo said as he came downstairs dressed in another t-shirt and jeans. "I'm heading back to the hauntedhouse today, and Miles is going to work on a B&B owned by two of our friends, Neel and Pax. Would you like to join one of us?"
I want to meet more people, so can I join Miles?
"Of course! He'll be happy to hear that. He should be down soon. If he ever settles on what to wear," he added a little louder, telling me it was for Miles's benefit. In a conspiratorial whisper, he said, "He wants to impress you."
I blinked, wondering if he meant it or if he was teasing his brother. It wasn't like Miles needed todoanything. I already found him pretty damn interesting and impressive. If I could get a handle on my fears, maybe I could show him.
