Brown, Berengaria - Dragons Redeemed [Dragon Lovers 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Berengaria Brown Read Free Book Online Page B

own place. The museum was well enough for now, but to settle down as a family, they needed a home of their own. Penllyn wondered how Crevan was getting on with that task. It wouldn’t be easy finding an apartment that was totally secure, and big enough for four men and a woman, in an area where such a household wouldn’t attract unwelcome attention. In fact, Penllyn was glad he was guarding Trudy and the apartment was Crevan’s problem.
    Graegor had still been with the watchers when Penllyn and Trudy had left the museum that morning, but he would be back there by now with Daegan. Mallory had sent them a very detailed list of instructions about cleaning some more statues. It sounded as if she was beginning to demand to get back to work, and Penllyn didn’t envy Angus, Mark, and William having to keep her away for another day.
    Now that the museum security was upgraded, she’d be able to return, but that just made it all the more urgent for Crevan to find their own family an apartment. Penllyn thought they’d likely stay in a hotel for a few days once Mallory returned, but they definitely needed a home of their own, and soon.
    Penllyn was really looking forward to their being a family. Not just the sex, although he knew that would be awesome. The time to be alone to talk, to share their hopes, dreams, and aspirations, to play silly games or eat popcorn while watching a movie. He also couldn’t wait until the clothing he’d ordered online arrived. Penllyn looked down at the black business shoes he was wearing. Oh how he hated them. They were Mark’s shoes from some years ago, and the sooner the new shoes Penllyn had bought for himself arrived, the happier he’d be.
    He was back in Trudy’s office, sitting in a corner where he had a clear line of sight to both the window and the door. Not that he thought anything would happen. But he just felt more comfortable that way. She was returning phone calls and answering e-mails, doing the two things at once in the way only a woman seemed able to do. Penllyn felt sure if it was him, he’d end up saying what he was typing instead of answering the person on the line. But Trudy seemed to be managing just fine.
    She made a few notes in her cell phone, likely appointments for the next few days, he assumed, then answered another call.
    “Yes, Mr. Collin, yes, I can come out and look over your business…At midnight? That’s a little unusual…You want me to see the problems that might arise?…Yes. Uh-huh. No worries. Tenth Street at midnight tonight. See you then.” Trudy hung the phone up.
    Penllyn jumped out of his chair and raced across the room, gripping her arms, the hair on the back of his neck standing up warning him of trouble. “You aren’t going anywhere alone at midnight, job or no job,” he said fiercely.
    “Calm down,” she said, brushing him off as easily as if he was a mosquito on her sweater. “How often do I have to tell you four that I can look after myself? Of course I won’t go alone. I won’t go at midnight either. I’ll go about eleven thirty and see what he’s got hiding there. Quite likely it’s totally innocent, in which case I’ll do a security assessment. If it’s not, I’ll be gone long before midnight.”
    “We’ll all be with you.”
    “Not if you plan to go all caveman and stop me doing my job. A couple of you can sit on the rooftops in dragon form to keep a lookout for trouble. And only one of you may accompany me as long as you don’t get in my way and don’t try to answer any questions addressed to me. Understand?”
    Penllyn laughed. Damn but she was a tough little thing. She knew her own mind, and there was no shifting her. “Yes, ma’am. But you need to understand we want to protect you.”
    “Protect is fine. Try wrapping me in bubble wrap, and you’ll all be singing soprano for a week.”
    He took her in his arms and kissed her. “Woman, I love you, but your right knee should be classified as a weapon. Save it for