Page 66 of Dragon Windrider

Harden’s cheeks heated, and he ducked his head, smiling into his oats. Thank you, mate. I can think of many things I would want to do with you for centuries.

Oh, wow. At the breakfast table, no less.

You’re getting better at private conversations, all the time.

Brayden’s cheeks went pink. I sure hope so. I don’t want to have your mom hear.

No. No, that wouldn’t work at all. Mom was practical, but…No.

His mother glanced at him, eyebrows raised, and Harden shrugged, trying for an innocent expression.

Then his mother laughed merrily. “Oh, boys. I appreciate you indulging my worry. My grandson is already amazing.”

Harden put a hand over his belly. “You think so?”

“Yes. He will be fierce, with wind and fire both at his call.”

Harden nodded to her. “When I had my vision, I was shocked. Deeply surprised, but so honored.”

“That’s so lovely.” She clapped her hands with glee. “Marinda will be so jealous…”

Brayden arched an eyebrow, and Harden grinned. “Her closest friend. Marinda has been teasing for years about her not having granddragons yet.”

“Ah. Well, now she’s catching up.”

“Mmm.” And unlike Tyr, he wasn’t so busy he had to plan so carefully the time between.

Brayden leaned into Harden. It’s all right that your mother comes to stay?

It is with me. And you are all right with it?

Brayden put an arm around him. It’s great, love. She’ll be a real help. Seriously.

She is amazing with the ysidri, and she loves to cook.

She and I can cook together.

Harden smiled at the idea. Brayden would love to learn all of his mother’s recipes. He wasn’t terribly disappointed in that idea either, to be honest. What would Riley say in his slang? He didn’t hate that for him.