Free 'Til Dragons Do Us Part (Never Deal with Dragons) by Lorenda Christensen Page B

take some notes, and draw up a game plan.”
    Her mind already on forcing Relobu’s garden into the design she had in her head, Amanda gave him a distracted wave, and went back to her nefarious plans.
    With one last look at me, Cameron turned to re-enter the house.
    * * *
    The rest of the day was spent trying not to roll my eyes as Amanda forced me to tell Dolgen to move just about everything in the garden at least three times each. Lucky for me, the old dragon seemed to do everything I asked cheerfully, if a bit bemused by my constant contradictions.
    But by four o’clock, Amanda seemed to have everything the way she wanted it, and my hand was beginning to cramp from trying to record the measurements she yelled at me as she mentally built the arbor, the pillars that would provide the arbor’s support, and all the other miscellaneous items that simply “had” to be done to ensure a perfect wedding.
    Henry, sensing that she was finally winding down, excused himself to locate Cameron, and soon we were making another pass through the garden, only this time, Cameron was the one taking notes. He asked several questions about the positioning of lights, sound equipment, or other needed items, and made adjustments to accommodate us as needed.
    Quickly bored with the discussion—all the real security plans would come later—I plopped myself onto a nearby retaining wall and dipped my hand in the fountain as I watched them work.
    I studied Relobu’s new security manager, wondering about his previous job, and how a man who was this thorough had ever had anything unexpected happen around him. Even standing still as he listened to Amanda drone on and on about tulle, crinoline, and aisle runners, the guy just exuded complete control.
    I mean, he had
Amanda
stopping to hear him speak.
    Maybe it was simply his looks that had people sitting up and taking notice. I allowed my gaze to trace the width of his broad shoulders, wondering what it would feel like to run my hand along the taut muscles on the side of his neck. Or maybe even to run my fingers through his hair, which was just an inch too long for the collared shirt he was wearing.
    He twisted around to point out a spot on the roof to Amanda, and I caught a glimpse of his toned torso. What did he do to stay in such great shape? I eyed him speculatively. Boxing maybe, or even soccer. Something that required a fierce concentration and an almost limitless amount of energy.
    Everything about him screamed
endurance
, and I suddenly decided he was more of the mountain-biking type, sweat dripping from his sculpted abs as he took on Mother Nature with a smile. When he laughed at something Henry said, a bolt of lust punched me right in the gut. Here, even stuffed into business attire, he was powerful and in control. How much of this demeanor transferred over in his personal dealings with members of the opposite sex? Was he rough and demanding, or a gentleman in bed?
    Of course that question had my mind shooting straight into fantasyland, and the next thing I knew, my pulse was speeding up, and the air around me felt a little too warm.
    “Savannah?”
    I couldn’t help it. I blushed furiously, shocked and embarrassed at how fast my mind had taken a left turn straight into the gutter. And with the guy I’d dragged in with me standing barely a foot from where I sat.
    I had to clear my throat before I could answer. “Yeah?”
    Cameron gave me an odd look, but continued. “We think we have everything we need for now. Since Amanda has plans to head back to the shop, I wondered whether it was okay if I had Henry take you home tonight?”
    “Yes, sure. That would be great, thank you.”
    I watched as he started back to the house. The statistical probability of this was almost nil, but in addition to a perfect everything else, the man had an absolutely fantastic butt.
    “Woah, girl. Slow it down a little,” I muttered to myself. “He’s not for you.”
    “I’m sorry?”
    I jumped at the