'Were you the dragon?' Ara asked herself when Emyr was gone.
She felt affection to the dragons in the manuscript but--did she feel the longing she sensed when Emyr murmured his goodnight to her ear.
She remembered the way his breath caressed her skin. She quivered with excitement. When he slowly straightened, she sighed her frustration.
What would he do if she cupped his head and kissed him on the mouth?
Would he kiss her back or push her away?
Ara imagined initiating the kiss between them... But pride rescued her from her wild thoughts.
When Ara first came at the mansion, she abhorred his show of attraction for her. She even threatened to leave the project undone if he did not contain his flirtatious remarks to himself.
And when Emyr stopped flirting with her, her feelings were tu
