by Meg Ripley
“You’re not wrong,” she said with a smile. “We’ll put these back. I only hope you like the next place as well as this one.”
Archard didn’t truly want to leave the library behind, but he was eager to see what else Kaylee had to show him. He was also pleased to find that it wasn’t as difficult being around her today. She made him uncomfortable, but not in such an infuriating way. It was an odd thing regardless, but at least it was more pleasant.
When she pulled to a stop this time, there were numerous other cars around them. “This is the mall. It’s where people come to shop for things like clothes or gifts. There are going to be a lot more people here, but since it’s such a common place to go, I thought we should get it out of the way. And we might want to get you something else to wear.”
Archard looked down at his woolen shirt and trousers. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
“There’s nothing really wrong with it,” she replied quickly. “It’s just that you’ll really stand out if you aren’t dressed like everyone else.”
Though he didn’t like anyone to think he was impressed by Earth structures, he was quite shocked to see the large, open space around him. “Your builders must be very talented.”
She smiled. “I guess you’re right. I don’t really think about it much, because I’ve grown up in these kinds of places. But it’s pretty neat.”
He saw that she’d been right about the number of people there, and none of them were dressed quite like him. They also weren’t as polite as the ones at the library had been, staring at him openly. “How do you know they aren’t wizards?”
“What?”
“You said everyone is human, but how do you know? They look the same as us when we’re in human form. There could be dozens of wizards here.”
Kaylee looked around, her eyes slightly alarmed for a moment, but then she shrugged it off. “I just know. It’s how things work here, and I’ve spent a lot of my time studying humans. It’s actually what I plan to do for a living when I’m done with school.”
He looked down at her as she walked along next to him, wondering how such a beautiful dragon could get so caught up in these human affairs. It didn’t make sense, but then again, nothing made much sense to him right then.
She took him into various places she called stores, and he could hardly keep up with all the new words she defined and human habits she explained. It was all fascinating until she made him try on clothes.
“But I’m going to look ridiculous in this,” he argued, holding the flimsy shirt between his thumb and forefinger. “And why are the pants so heavy?”
She pressed her lips together, suppressing a laugh. “They’re called jeans, and they’re great once you get used to them. You go in there, close the door, and put them on. I’ll be sitting right here, and you have to come out and show me.”
“Why?”
Kaylee giggled. “It’s just how things are done. Besides, you don’t know how they’re supposed to fit, so you need my opinion. Just do it.”
Archard felt a flush of embarrassment heat his cheeks as he went into the little room she indicated. He told himself he had no choice but to play along, but when he stood in front of her a few minutes later, he wished he’d refused.
Her eyes raked over his body openly, and he couldn’t tell if she smiled because she was pleased or amused. “The jeans look good, but I don’t think the orange shirt is your color. Try this one on instead.” She handed him a very similar garment in a dark blue.
Archard cursed himself under his breath. He was making a complete fool of himself. If his cousins ever got wind of this, they’d give him hell until he died.
But Kaylee’s reaction when he came out of the dressing room this time was a different one. Her eyebrows arched, and her mouth turned into a little knot. She stood up and adjusted the collar of the shirt. “This is much better,” she said quietly, her hand lingering against his chest.
“I’m not sure you’re right,” he replied, matching her volume. “I feel silly, parading around in front of you like this.”
“No.” Her eyes focused on the two buttons just below his collar. “It’s just what people do.”
The electricity between them practically crackled in the air. “And what do they do after this?” He knew very much what he would like to do.
Kaylee cleared her throat and took a step back. “You go put your own clothes back on so I can pay for these. Then we’ll go get some lunch.”
* * *
There were restaurants in the mall, but after picking out a soft pink sweater that Kaylee insisted would look lovely on Lucia, they went to a different, smaller building. It was on the other side of the city, and though it was crowded, it didn’t feel nearly as strange as the mall had.
Kaylee took a long drink of tea. “I’m sorry. I know this has been a lot to take in, and I’m sure it doesn’t even all make sense. I’m doing my best.”
“It’s fine,” he assured her. “To be honest, it’s been a lot more fun than I thought it would be. It’s certainly given me a lot to think about. For the moment, I’m more than happy to see what this tastes like. What did you call it again?” He pointed at the slab of meat between two pieces of bread that a young woman had just placed in front of him.
“A hamburger. It’s a very common American food.”
“And these?” There were little golden sticks on the plate next to it.
“Fries. Try them with some ketchup.” Kaylee picked up a red bottle from the center of the table and tried to squeeze something out of it onto his plate, but only a few drops came out. She frowned. “Hang on. I’ll get some more. Try the burger, though.”
She got up and headed toward the counter, where a large woman poked at buttons on a machine. Just as she was coming back toward the table, though, two young men came barreling through the aisle of the diner. They were pushing one another, and one of them slammed right into Kaylee. The bottle flew into the air as Kaylee hit the floor.
Archard was on his feet in a moment, sailing past another customer and grabbing the man by the collar of his shirt. His voice came out in a roar as his knuckles tightened, and he let go with one hand to pull his arm back.
It was only the grip of Kaylee’s fingers on his arm that stopped him. “Archard! Let him go!”
“But he hurt you…” Archard kept his gaze directly in the man’s eyes, the instinct to draw blood having completely taken over him.
She pulled at him again. “He’s just a kid! Now set him down!”
Archard tipped his head as he studied his victim. The man was almost as tall as he was, but the more he looked, he could see what Kaylee meant. He still wanted to pound him thoroughly, but Kaylee’s words seemed to have even more authority than his gut reaction. Archard set the other man on his feet and turned to Kaylee, who pulled him back toward their table and told him to sit.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she whispered angrily from her side of the table.
“I don’t understand. He hurt you.”
Her eyebrows knotted. “They were just a couple of kids horsing around; it was an accident.”
Now that his adrenaline had subsided slightly, Archard could see what she meant. There was no malicious intent, but Archard had reacted as though there had been. “I’m sorry. I…just wanted to be sure you were safe.”
“I don’t know how exactly how things work where you’re from, but we try to be a little more civilized here.” She’d retrieved the bottle of ketchup, and she shoved it at him crossly. “I’m perfectly safe. If someone is actually threatening my life, then you’re more than welcome to intervene. But really, you went too far.”
“I’m sorry,” he repeated. It was the only thing he could think of to say. What he knew, though, was that he’d overreacted in a way that even he couldn’t understand. He’d felt this need to protect her ever since he’d first met her, and he’d instinctively acted on that the second he’d thought she was in danger. She didn’t belong to him. T
here was no reason he should feel that way. But he did.
She sighed. “It’s okay. Really. I can’t expect you to come out into the world for half a day and understand it all. No harm was done, and if anything, that kid will probably watch where he’s going for the next few days. Let’s eat.”
The waitress came by to initiate an exchange of paper with Kaylee that Archard didn’t quite understand, and before she left the table, she turned to him with a smile. “Okay, I’ve been wondering ever since you got here, so I have to ask. Where are you from? I’ve never heard that accent before.”
Archard watched her closely, still not quite convinced that there weren’t wizards among the humans. “Accent?”
“Yeah, the way you talk. It’s strange.”
Kaylee reached across the table and touched his hand, giving him a meaningful look. “He’s from…uh…Iceland.”
The waitress gave her a doubtful look. “Really?”
“Yeah. Here. Keep the change.” Kaylee handed her some green paper and sent her away.
“I don’t speak strangely,” Archard said, watching the woman retreat. “If anything, she does.”
Kaylee’s hand was still on his, and she patted his knuckles before pulling it back. “You do sound a little different than most people around here. We should just be grateful we can both understand each other. Maybe we should go home. I think this has been enough for one day.”
Archard was enjoying his time with her, but he thought she was probably right. It’d been fascinating to see how the Earthlings lived, but it’d also been disorienting and exhausting. He didn’t think he could ever belong here on this planet, but at least he’d learned something. Archard laughed to himself.
“What?”
“What?” She’d caught him off-guard, lost in his thoughts.
“You were laughing at something.” Kaylee opened the door to the diner, making the little bells that hung on the door jingle.
“I was just thinking that if I ever make it back home and tell someone what I’ve seen here, they probably won’t believe me. It’s so different that I never could’ve even imagined it.”
“If you stay long enough, then maybe you can come with me on one of my trips. I see a lot of different cultures, ways of life and religions. While some people live like what you’ve seen today, it’s not like that everywhere on our planet.”
As they walked to the car, Archard noticed one of the waitresses out in the parking lot. She was leaning against a car and talking to a male, swirling her hair around her finger. He leaned in and kissed her, and in a moment they were just a tangle of limbs and clothing.
“I guess humans aren’t very discreet with their mating,” Archard remarked as he got into Kaylee’s car, thumbing over his shoulder at the lustful couple.
She smiled at him again. It was the same smile she’d given him numerous times that day, amused, but something more. “They’re not mating, necessarily.”
“What do you mean?” Once Archard’s parents were gone and it was up to his aunt to raise him, she’d told him how dragons found their mates. It wasn’t a matter of picking and choosing, but of finding the one you were fated to be with. He couldn’t imagine acting that way with someone who wasn’t his mate.
“Well, they’re probably just dating.” She put the key in the ignition but didn’t turn it, sitting back against the seat. “You remember how you tried on those clothes?”
Archard nodded. “Of course.”
“People do that to make sure they fit and that they’re comfortable before they take them home. It’s kind of like that with finding a spouse. They’re trying each other out.”
He glanced at the couple again, who hadn’t ceased their display. “By sticking their tongues down each other’s throats in a parking lot?”
Kaylee’s laugh was like bells, and so different from how serious she could be. “No. Well, that’s part of it sometimes. But they go on dates and hang out.”
“Dates?” He saw the look of weariness on her face. “I’m sorry. I’ve asked too many questions.”
“No, no. I told you I would take you out so you’d understand, and that’s what I’m going to do. I just never realized how hard it is to explain things I’ve understood my whole life. A date is basically just a chance for two people to spend time together; to get to know each other. They might go out to eat, or go shopping, or see a movie. It can be almost anything, really.”
Archard thought about that for a moment, suddenly realizing that he was even more confused about Earth life than he thought. Though they were out in public, he felt like being in this vehicle separated the two of them from the rest of the world. There was no room at all to shift in here, but once again, he felt that white-hot need underneath his skin as he looked into her eyes. “Is this a date?”
“What? Oh, this?” She waggled her finger back and forth, pointing at him and then herself, laughing uncomfortably. “No, of course not.”
“But you said a date was when two people went out and did things together to get to know each other. We’ve certainly done that. If this isn’t a date, then how do you know?”
“Well, ah…”
A crimson flush bloomed over her cheeks and her breath came in short bursts, causing her chest to move in an alluring way that Archard had to fight to keep from staring at. It was a cool day, but the heat between them was unmistakable. He knew what it was. He’d tried to deny it from the moment he’d met her, but keeping the truth a secret wouldn’t change reality. Still, the last thing he wanted was to scare her away. “Kaylee?”
She turned her head to him, her eyes looking into his and then drifting down to his mouth. She was irresistibly stunning, full of life and desire. But as quickly as the moment had happened, she ended it by turning away and starting the car. “I guess you just know.”
The corner of Archard’s mouth tipped up slightly as he turned to look out his own window in order to give Kaylee a little privacy. Yes, he certainly did know. It was crazy and it didn’t make a lot of sense, but he knew. Now he just had to wait for her to understand. He only hoped he could be that patient, since it was clear that Kaylee was just as stubborn as any other dragon he’d ever met.
Their conversation turned to daily matters as she headed out of town and into the more rural area where her house was located. They discussed what the weather was like there, and Kaylee spent a full five minutes talking about breakfast foods. Archard paid some attention, but most of his focus was on the way her soft lips moved around the words she spoke.
They came in the door from the garage to find the kitchen empty and a note on the table. Kaylee read it out loud. “We went to Holden’s place for lunch. Feel free to join us if you’d like. Love, Mom.”
Archard’s body reacted to the knowledge that they were alone. Kaylee stood with her back to him, and there was nothing he wanted more than to gently brush the stray curls from the back of her neck and kiss the warm skin there as he wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her just tightly enough to keep her close. In his mind’s eye, he envisioned her turning around in his embrace to kiss him fully. The thought made his wings threaten to burst from his back at any moment.
Kaylee turned to him, but not with the idea of kissing him evident in her eyes. “I can take you over there if you’d like, but I have some things I really ought to be doing. I’ve got classes tomorrow, and I haven’t prepared for them.” She’d told him of her education, and while Archard didn’t understand why she’d be so interested in studying humans, he knew it was important to her.
“No, that’s all right. I’ll meet them some other time, and you do what you need. But I do want to thank you for what you did today.” Archard’s eyes refused to look anywhere but at her. He’d seen amazing things on his flights back on Charok, from steep waterfalls to high mountains, sometimes bathed in the glow of sunrise or the brilliance of midday, but none of them compared to her. He felt he could survey the bridge of her nose for hours and still not think he’d taken in the sig
ht of her enough.
“Of course. I had a good time.” She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear as she set the note back on the table. “It was neat to get a different perspective on things I’ve been taking for granted my entire life.”
His body moved closer to hers, though Archard wasn’t aware of moving his feet. “I’ll just need to find a way to pay you back.”
Those viridescent eyes traced down his face to his lips again. She’d tried to brush him off, just as he’d tried to do, but Archard knew she understood. The magnetism between the two of them was undeniable. The only thing he didn’t know was if her body was reacting the same way his was. If he let himself go for just a fraction of a second, there would be a dragon standing there in the Turners’ kitchen.
They were inches apart, even closer than they’d been outside the dressing room at the mall.
“Pay me back for what?”
Archard swallowed. “For your time, for the things you bought for me. For the meal.”
“I was happy to do it,” she said breathlessly.
“I want to,” he insisted. “More than you know.” Slowly, he brought up his hand to delicately graze his fingers along her elbow.
It was only a millimeter that separated them now, though it felt like a mile. “Then I suppose I shouldn’t stop you.”
His lips met hers, and Archard was tempted to pull back instantly. Her lips were soft and giving, her body warm, and her perfume surrounded him in a subtle cloud, but the violent frenzy happening just under the surface of his skin was unbearable. His arms shook as they threatened to shift, yet he wrapped them around her waist and deepened the kiss. Sparks of electricity streaked through his body, starting at any point where he made contact with her and making it all the more difficult to retain his form. Scales rippled down his back where her hands touched him, and a growl threatened to rise from the deepest pit of his lungs.
Kaylee pulled back slowly, melting away from his body just as easily as she had come to it. Archard felt an icy chill on his skin where she’d touched him, his very cells pining for her immediately. He grinned at her.