The Dragon's Dilemma (Lochguard Highland Dragons 1)

And they were holding hands.

Before he could stop it, a resounding, “No bloody way,” rang inside his head.

The scary thing was he didn’t know if it was from man, beast, or both.

If Holly and Fergus holding hands wasn’t bad enough, the human female had on a dark blue top that dipped down to a V to display the tops of her creamy, pale breasts.

Breasts that should only be his.

Fuck. His dragon laughed and he ignored his beast. Instead, Fraser forced his voice to work. “Hey, brother. Holly.”

Fergus frowned. “You two have met?”

Fraser shrugged. “I was at Finn and Ara’s place today. We met then.”

Fergus narrowed his eyes. “Please tell me you didn’t do anything to frighten her or give the wrong impression of me.”

Fraser motioned toward Holly. “Ask her yourself. She’s standing right there, in case you’ve forgotten.”

With a sigh, Fergus looked down at Holly. “Forgive my brother. He’s pretty much a full-time pain in my arse.”

When Holly smiled up at Fergus, Fraser clenched the fingers of one hand.

His dragon chimed in. We can have her. Just talk to Fergus.

Shut it, dragon. Holly might be Fergus’s only chance for happiness.

And what about ours?

Constructing a rough maze, he shoved his beast inside. The maze wouldn’t last long since Fraser was a novice, but it would at least allow them to start eating supper.

Fraser glanced at Finn and Arabella, both of whom were studying him.

Faye entered the room carrying a giant bowl of salad. That was his cue to leave. “I need to help Mum with the roast. You lot can settle down around the table and chat for a bit before supper.”

Before anyone could reply, Fraser rushed into the kitchen. When the scent of beef and potatoes hit his nose, it helped to calm his anger a fraction. Now that he’d seen his brother and Holly together, he was prepared. If he drew on every ounce of stubbornness he possessed, he just might be able to survive the meal.

Careful to keep his voice neutral, he asked, “Do you need help carving the meat, Mum? Fergus and the human have arrived. If you want to talk with Fergus and his sacrifice, I can do that for you.”

Lorna turned around slowly, complete with a knife and pronged meat fork still clutched in her fingers. After assessing his eyes, she demanded, “What did you do?”

“Nothing. I just wanted to give you a rest.”

Lorna remained quiet for a few seconds. Then she motioned with the utensils in her hands. “Come. I’m not about to turn down one of your rare offers of help.”

“Oh, come on, Mum. I help with the dishes all the time.”

She handed him the knife and pronged fork. “Only because you know I won’t cook anything if you don’t do them.”

Fraser motioned with his head. “We can argue later. Go meet the possible mother of your first grandchild.”

Lorna washed her hands and dried them on a towel. “To be honest, given your way with the lasses, I was convinced you’d be the first one to give me a grandchild.”

There was no way in hell he was talking about sex and babies with his mother. “I don’t have any children. I’m careful. But isn’t it your duty as head of the family to vet Holly?”

“Finn vetted her first. I trust the lad.”

He was running out of options to convince his mother to leave. As she watched him in silence, a new one hit him. “Then go to satisfy your curiosity. Otherwise, Meg Boyd will be spreading facts about Holly before you even have a proper conversation with the human.”