Fergus gritted out, “Aye,” before hanging up and clutching the phone in his hand.
Despite the whiteness of his fingers holding the phone, Gina dared a question. “I somehow don’t think he congratulated you on finding a pregnant human, so what did he say?”
Fergus’s face relaxed and a small part of Gina was pleased. “I guess it’s too much to assume you’re going to be treating me like a king for all that I’m doing for you. Right, lass?”
He’d used “lass” instead of her name on purpose. She would bet her life on it. “How would your clan leader feel if I started calling you King of the Scottish Dragons?”
Fergus grinned and Gina felt as if someone had punched her in the gut. “It would irritate him to no end.”
“Then why are you smiling?”
Fergus leaned close and whispered, “Because Finn is my cousin and irritating him is part of the job.”
“If you think being related to the clan leader means I’m going to start treating you differently, then you’re in for a surprise.”
The dragonman’s hot breath danced across her cheek as he said, “Never change, Gina MacDonald. I like interesting females and you are unlike any female I’ve ever met.”
She frowned. “Are you saying that to please me and help me relax?”
Fergus paused a beat, and then answered, “You caught me.”
Gina pushed aside her disappointment. Keeping her voice strong, she tsked. “I hate false words and platitudes. If you want to remain on my good side, don’t do either.”
“I’m on your good side, then, aye? I had assumed the opposite.”
“I never said you had made it to the good list. However, if you want to graduate to it, don’t lie to me or tell me what I want to hear. That got me into this trouble in the first place.”
As soon as the words left her lips, Gina regretted it. The less Fergus knew about her past, the better.
Fergus tossed the phone to the side and placed his hand back on her belly. Rubbing in slow circles, Gina forgot about everything but his warm, strong touch.
Unable to stop herself, she murmured, “Damn, what I wouldn’t give for a massage.”
The dragonman’s hand stilled. Gina searched her brain for what to say when someone knocked at the door.
Chapter Three
Thank fuck for the knock at the door or Fergus might’ve done something daft, such as give Gina a massage.
Rubbing her belly had been maybe a little too familiar. Yet the second Gina had mentioned her past, fear and anger had flashed in her eyes. Both man and beast hadn’t liked it.
Bloody hell, all Fergus wanted to do was soothe away Gina’s pain and take care of her.
His dragon spoke up. As we should. Why you fight it, I will never understand.
Because unlike you, I can put the clan first.
You say that now, but you’ll change your mind. Wait and see.
Not dignifying his beast with an answer, Fergus raised his voice. “Who is it?”
Gina muttered, “I should be the one asking,” right before his twin brother’s voice boomed through the door. “It’s us. Now let us in. It’s bloody freezing out here. Not to mention I think the sheep are a wee bit angry at my landing. I’d like to get away from them before they jump the fence.”
Fergus shook his head. “Always you and the bloody sheep. Just come in. It’s open.”
Removing his hand from Gina’s abdomen, the door opened to reveal his twin wearing a length of tartan around his waist that looked like a poor excuse for a kilt. Before he could comment on his brother’s near nakedness, Gina’s voice filled the room. “There are two of you?”
Grinning, Fraser winked. “Aye. Though I’m the more handsome half.”