Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
“I like it, Daddy. They say old married people start to look alike after years together.”
“Would you like to get married?” Rogan asked, watching his mate’s reaction closely.
“I was never married, so I don’t speak from experience, but the mate bond is a bigger commitment than a piece of paper and rice thrown in the air.”
“It is, but humans like their traditions. If you want to be pelted by rice on the church steps, let me know,” Rogan teased.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Brooks promised as he rolled his eyes at his Daddy’s silliness.
“Let me see your neck, Adventurer.”
“I think it’s healed now, Daddy.”
“Almost.” Rogan brushed a fingertip lightly over the faint line and felt his mate shiver in reaction to his touch. Thank goodness Brooks had survived. Rogan would never forget the sight of a knife held at his throat. “You’re not to scare me again, Brooks.”
“I promise, Daddy. Dragons seem all tough and vicious outside, but inside you guys are marshmallows.”
“No telling.”
“My lips are sealed.”
“How about if you go grab Rogue and we set off on an adventure today? I need to go pick up a couple of treadmills from a sporting goods store,” Rogan told him.
“For lawn art?” Brooks suggested saucily.
“Very funny, Adventurer. The miller has discovered he can use the treads manually to move large containers of grain more easily.”
“That makes sense. So, we’re going to swoop in and snare a few treadmills for you to carry home?”
“That’s what I planned. Why? Need something else?”
“Do you think the sporting goods store might have an old-fashioned crank ice cream maker?” Brooks asked.
“I have one of those,” Rogan assured him. “Fancy eating a cold treat?”
“Crap. We’d need ice, wouldn’t we?” Brooks slumped in dejection.
“If you take a coat and gloves, we could stop for snow on the top of a mountain.”
“I’ll find warm clothes.”
“Perfect. Go grab those and I’ll unearth the ice cream maker and confiscate a cooler. The cook is making brownies tonight for you. We can have sundaes if you would like,” Rogan suggested.
“Now, that’s an adventure. I’ll go find a coat!”
He smiled as his mate bolted from the room in excitement. Rogan hoped Keres would be successful in his search. No one should be alone.
I wish you good luck, Keres.
The response was faint. I’ll take it. I need all the luck I can get.