A Dragon's Dream of Love (Song of the Sídhí Series #2) by Jodie B. Cooper Read Free Book Online

bags under the table.
    The commissary was large, filled with
shelves full of an odd assortment of everything imaginable; the wide variety
included clothing, candy, games, assorted swim toys, even the latest movies.
She assumed from the large selection, each cabin must have a TV and movie
player.
    “Hello, dears, I’m Claire.” A soft
raspy voice welcomed them.
    The hair on the back of Leah's neck
rose in warning. Before turning, she slowed her racing heart, while dread built
in her gut. Behind the counter sat an elderly gray haired woman, dressed in a
colorful sundress that looked a size too small for her very plumb body. Her
sweet smile improved her pale features, looking like a roly-poly grandmother
who hugged every child within an arm's reach.
    Leah grimaced, trying her best to
smile, she kept her growing unease carefully hidden. “Sorry, you startled me.”
    “No problem, sweetie.” The woman's
sharp eyes contrasted with her seeming innocent appearance. Her gaze drilled
straight through Leah. “There’s no sun in here to see if your eyes are red or
black, but from your burned skin I’d say you’re an exile.”
    “Yes,” she agreed hesitantly.
    “Yes, well, for the next couple of
weeks, you’ll need long sleeves and sunscreen. Look over there on the next
aisle. Yes, that’s the one.” Claire frowned. “There’s still rather a lot of
squabbling going on in most of the cabins. They could care less that you exiles
can’t handle much sunlight for the first couple of weeks.”
    “I can’t ever handle much sunlight,”
Leah said.
    “Didn’t the dragons checking you in
tell you all the rules?”
    “One of them gave me some flyers, but I
haven’t read them,” Leah said, immediately tuning the old woman out as she
nattered on about rules and regulations. She glanced toward the open door where
Derek stood surrounding by a flock of giggling young women. Less than two
minutes and he had girls trailing him, not girl, but girls as in harem. The
moment he headed toward the commissary, a group of girls from his home valley
reached the deck, swarming around him, giggling over his every word, wrapping
their arms around him, each girl demanding his attention.
    Why in the world did she think a truce
would work between her and Mr. Perfect? Her thoughts simmered black and ugly as
she watched his groupies fawn over him. One good thing, the girls trailing
behind him might distract him long enough for her to get away. That’d be nice.
She'd had more than enough time to salivate over his sun-touched hair caressing
the roped muscles of his shoulders
    Leah had seen enough. Turning on her
heel, she headed toward the sunscreen. She didn’t need to watch Derek further
his list of available beauties.
    ~ ~ ~
    Derek ignored the trailing girls, but
they followed him from the deck; each of them gave him a cabin number and an
invitation. He politely refused each one, while pulling his arms from one
girl's grasp only to find his other arm latched onto. He didn't want to
accidentally hurt one of them, but their touch made him increasingly sick to
his stomach.
    He bluntly informed the group he wasn’t
interested, but they didn't listen. Their offers became faster and with greater
detail of what they wanted to do to his body. The blatant sexuality of the
girls left him cold; he had no interest in anyone, except his lifeMate who was
currently shooting daggers at him.
    He was fascinated with Leah's eyes. In
the sun, they turned a shocking blood red, but in the shade they mesmerized
him; one minute they appeared a soft gray color and the next moment, as her
mood changed, they shifted to a brilliant stormy purplish color like a dark,
deep amethyst, a perfect gem with a lightning storm in its center.
    "Let's find a quiet corner,"
a brunette said in a husky come-hither voice. She grabbed his butt cheek,
giving it a hard squeeze.
    He jumped forward like she poked him
with a hot iron. "No!"
    Derek wildly glanced around the store,
looking for