Page 15 of Cold Foot Sentry (Wreck’s Mountains #6)

Tammy Ray was messing with Tawk’s dragon.

He’d barely been able to contain his possessive growl any time she’d talked to other males at the bake sale, and this wasn’t like him. He didn’t care.

He didn’t have feelings.

He didn’t need to be around her.

A moment of panic consumed him and he checked his pocket that the coaster she’d written her phone number on was still in his pocket. It was still there.

Heart hammering, he picked up his phone to text her but then changed his mind and set it in the cupholder of his truck. He needed to stop.

Last night had been enough. He’d touched her, he’d had a release, he’d relieved some tension for both of them, and then he’d left. That was the deal—no strings attached.

A knock sounded on his window, and a long hiss escaped him as he jerked his attention to it.

To his surprise, there stood Tammy, with her hands formally placed behind her back.

He rolled down his window, relieved to be near her again.

He waited for her to say something, but she didn’t. Instead, she held her closed fist out, hovering it just inside the open window.

Slowly, he held his palm under her fist, and she dropped a small, brown, smooth rock onto his hand.

The little thing pulsed with some power he didn’t understand as he stared at it. “I told you not to give me presents,” he said softly.

“I don’t like being told what to do.” And then Tammy Ray turned and left without another word. She did, however, look back over her shoulder with a naughty smile etched onto her pretty face.

Did she know what she was doing? Did she understand what she’d given him?

Tawk closed his hand around the small rock and relaxed back against his seat as he watched her disappear behind an SUV on the way back to her own 4Runner.

Trouble.

Tammy was trouble.

Keep it , the dragon rumbled across his mind.

Tawk exhaled a sigh and shoved it deep into his pocket to join forces with the damn coaster.

He was going to have to buy bigger jeans with deeper pockets if she didn’t stop making these very bad decisions.

He threw his truck into drive and pulled out of the grass parking lot, and when he looked in his rearview mirror, Tammy Ray was right behind him in her 4Runner.

What he hadn’t told her last night or this morning was that his wings had never come out before when he’d been with a woman. What he hadn’t told her was he couldn’t sleep last night after he got back to the hotel, because his head wouldn’t stop spinning around thoughts of her.

What he hadn’t told her was that he didn’t feel sick today, or lost. He didn’t even feel disappointed that Jess wasn’t here today.

What he hadn’t told her was he was feeling…feeling… Well, he was feeling , and that was a problem for a very human Tammy Ray.

He was the worst thing that could ever happen to her, just as his father had been for his mother.

And now Tammy had given him a second treasure—the coaster, and now the rock.

Did she know what she was doing to him? Did she understand what she was doing to his dragon?

No, she couldn’t. If she did know, she would’ve never placed this little pulsing rock onto the palm of his hand. She would’ve never played with a bond that was thickening between them with each encounter.

No human woman in their right mind would ever, ever purposefully tether themselves to a Sentry Dragon.

You’ve ruined me. Her hushed words from last night whispered across his mind.

She had no idea.