Chapter Four

Sunny hopped out of her old, beat up, little Jeep Wrangler, patting the faded yellow door as she hefted the three dozen bagels, and a bag of other goodies she’d brought, along with some things from the garden center, in her capable hands. She’d always wished her hands were dainty and pretty, with long fingers and painted nails, but that wasn’t in the works for a gal who liked to dig in dirt all day.

Her feminine affinities had to be satisfied with pedicures when she had the time. Painted toes and colorful crocs were her go to when she needed an ego boost, which was why she’d been up half the night carefully applying hot pink polish to her ten little piggies.

Nerves assailed her as she walked down the newly paved driveway, admiring the stones and the image they made on the ground. The picture was like a heraldic crest—a Dragon soaring above a jagged rock with a giant wave behind them. She could not believe it. Her fated mate was a legendary creature of magic and mystery.