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reminded her of his dragon body. Earthy with a woodsy aroma that reminded her of the forest after a rainstorm. She shivered.
    “Are you cold?”
    “No.” She exhaled and trailed her fingers over his chest. It wasn’t as smooth as she previously believed, but the fine scattering of golden blonde hairs were so fair and silky they were almost impossible to see. “Can I ask another question?”
    “You may ask anything. I keep no secrets from you.”
    “Why do your wings have feathers? Aren’t dragons supposed to be all jewel-colored scales and stuff?”
    Saul snorted. “ All true dragons are adorned with feathers. Of the scalewings, there are two breeds: our distant but inferior cousins, the wyverns, and the great wyrms who are our nemeses. Your mortal legends carry many inaccuracies.”
    She yawned into her hand. “Mm… tell me about them.”
    “Tomorrow. For now, you must sleep,” Saul encouraged her.
    He kissed her brow, tentatively brushing his lips against her skin as if the act were foreign to him. She’d noticed that in all of their time together, Saul had never kissed her once.
    “But I’m not tired,” Chloe protested. She struggled to resist the heavy, exhaustive weight anchoring her limbs to the mattress. Between his fingers sliding through her fair hair and the jet lag catching up to her, she didn’t have a chance.
     

Chapter 7
     
    “Saul?”
    Chloe jerked up into a sitting position with the sheets pooled around her body. Her eyes opened to a decadent and lavish bedroom. Its unfamiliar walls, opulent interior, and absolute silence warred against the expectations of her own bedroom in a crowded city apartment. Saul lived away from the outskirts of Los Angeles’ concrete jungle, where the green hills rolled into glorious mountains.
    “Saul?” she repeated again. Her body ached from head to toe, like she’d spent the entire night out dancing in her high heels.
    A crisp note awaited her on the empty pillow bearing script written in an aristocratic hand.
    His handwriting is immaculate… Saul’s note told her that he’d gone to make a few calls and to handle the week’s affairs. He suggested for her to enjoy the amenities provided by his bedchamber and to ignore the maid.
    “Okay. Ignore the maid. Why am I supposed to ignore the maid?” Chloe wondered out loud. She stepped from the bed and paid a visit to the stone tiled shower. The hot water poured without limit from an oversized shower fixture dangling above her head. And the water was soft. So very soft that she had to stand beneath it for several minutes to get all of the conditioner out of her hair.
    “Huh? How’d he know what kind of conditioner I like?”
    A neat row of bathroom toiletries in her favorite brands and scents lined the spacious shelf. Chloe had used each of her favorites automatically. Either Saul had acquired the information, or they shared the same feminine tastes when it came to shower products.
    Chloe tucked the little nugget of information in the back of her mind and emerged from the shower. She dried off and shrugged into the cozy, hooded robe dangling from a hook beside the shower.
    “That wasn’t there a second ago. What the hell? Saul?” Chloe called again. “Are you playing a game with me?” She belted the plush, charcoal garment, and the color reminded her of Saul’s dragonskin. A glance down revealed a personalized CD, or a possible brand name stitched in gold thread over the left breast.
    He better not have given me some ex’s bathrobe, she thought sourly.
    She found cushioned house slippers with memory foam padding just beyond the bathroom door. Once again, they fit her perfectly.
    Maybe dragons are also psychics. Chloe neither dwelled on the discovery nor shut it from her mind entirely. Instead, she simply brushed it aside for now and left the bedroom to explore. Saul hadn’t told her to keep to the bedroom, and honestly, she wouldn’t have obeyed him if he had ordered her to stay put.
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