Even though she’d pinched herself a few times already, Gina kept thinking it was all a dream. Fergus was everything she’d never thought she’d have. True, she hadn’t known him long, but she was at ease with the Scot. Talking, cuddling, even teasing came naturally to her when she was with Fergus. She’d never felt this way in her life with anyone, not even the asshole dragonman who’d charmed her back in the States. Sipping her tea, she hoped she could stay with Clan Lochguard. Fergus mentioning the word “mate” had scared her the day before, but with time, she might even warm up to the idea. She desperately wanted to trust him, but was honest enough with herself to know it was too soon to trust him without question. Fergus turned around with a grin. He hadn’t bothered to brush his auburn hair and it stood up every which way. Combined with his morning whiskers, he was so handsome it was almost painful to look at him. Her dragonman placed a plate in front of her with flair.
