Page 55 of Dragon Windrider

“Love, this is amazing. What on earth did you trade?”

“I gave them first choice of whatever meat we bring back from my family’s home.”

“So smart.” The tavern could always use meat to make their amazing stews and soups and steaks and roasts, and he was sort of really hungry.

I’m starving.

Let me make you a plate. Brayden knew Harden would never make himself a plate before his guests had sat down to eat, so he was going to make the pregnant one think of himself rather than everyone else. Not only was Harden expending an enormous amount of energy working on the wool, but he was growing a baby. None of the rest of them were even capable of that.

You are too good to me, beloved.

No. I’m just good enough. He piled sandwiches and fruit on the plate, knowing Harden probably wouldn’t want the dips because they smelled strongly of the plant they used instead of garlic here. Harden was getting over his morning sickness, but every so often something would still set him off.

He handed over the plate, and then he made himself one as Sebby and Samuel sat down to tuck in and eat.

“Thank you for coming today my friends. The work will get done so much faster with you two here.”

“No problem at all, and Zeke is going to come down this afternoon and help us finish off.”

“Uncle Zee is a whiz at shearing season,” Sebby said. “He really is like a machine.”

“Many hands make light work.”

Brayden blinked at Harden because he didn’t think he’d ever said that one to his mate, but that was a human term he thought. ““How did you learn that saying?” he asked.

Harden tilted his head to one side, clearly thinking. “From my mother, I think. She said her mother taught it to her.”

He and Samuel exchanged glances because it fascinated all of the ones who had come across the veil how there had been an exchange of ideas for centuries without any of them ever knowing it.

“What is it? Does it cause offense in the human world?” Harden’s eyes were huge.

“Oh no, I just think it’s interesting how things have been shared.”

“Good. I wouldn’t mean to cause offense.”

“No, of course you wouldn’t.” Samuel offered them both a huge smile. “Justin says he would love to have you and Brayden up to the house for a big supper tonight. We can all celebrate bringing in the wool.”

Harden nodded. “I would love that.” He glanced at Brayden. “Mate?”