HUDSON ENJOYED the early mornings. It was
quiet, outside of the birds chirping, of course.
Connie stepped out on
the deck, still in his night pants, and holding a cup of coffee. “Good
morning.”
“Good morning,
sweetheart.”
“What’s going on? I
can hear you thinking all the way into the bedroom.” Connie sat down at the
patio table next to Hudson.
“I was thinking about
Kit, of course. And whether or not we should tell Kit he’s our mate. But that’s
just my dragon being impatient. Kit has enough on his plate without us adding
more to it.”
