The Dragon, the Bear, and Their Sugar Glider Omega (OMEGAS OF ANIMALS: SD #10) by Lorelei M. Hart EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Lorelei M. Hart
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- Genre: contemporary romance
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Rome
The shopping cart wobbled and weaved as I tried to avoid the meat
section at the local market. My cart already contained what I could afford
until my next paycheck. A twelve-pack of ramen. Peanut butter and jelly.
Bread. Hot dogs. That was going to have to see me through the week.
My animal had other ideas. Always. Every chance my dragon got, he
tried to dominate. That didn’t work well at all in the human world because
he didn’t care about money, rent, or car payments. Like a child, he simply
wanted what he wanted.
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Meat.
I mumbled under my breath. “I’ll get us a whole chicken on Friday
when my paycheck comes, okay?”
I steered the cart away from the steaks, chicken, and pork, and headed
toward the cheap toilet paper.
He growled deep inside me, and the cart veered at a sharp angle, nearly
hitting a shelf of paper towels.
Meat. Now.
My stomach rumbled. I wanted it, too. The eight-pack of hot dogs was
the best I could afford right now. My account was quickly heading toward
single digits.
Through gritted teeth, I said, “You’ll have to wait.”
I grabbed the front of the cart hard, my knuckles turning white, and
pushed against my dragon’s will, moving quickly down another aisle.
Immediately, I saw the mistake I’d made as I entered a small office
supply section and suddenly felt a little dizzy. Amid the little flowered
notebooks, packs of stickers, and colorful erasers hung the pens. Glorious,
shining, lovely pens.
There were the ten-packs of blue and black, which
were the cheapest, all the way up to a rainbow assortment of gel pens, some
with actual glitter. Some packages held only one special pen. Those were
the good ones for signing important papers or writing slow love poems in a
spiral-bound diary.
To make matters worse, everything in this section was on sale!
My dragon said, Rarroar!
He immediately screeched like a lost child in my mind. All because of
the pens.
Yes. Pens. It made no sense, and I had stopped questioning it after I left
my flight, where I’d never fit in, to scout my own life.
Pens made up my—our—hoard, and there was nothing we could do
about it. The desire to hoard pens was like the need to breathe. Trying to
rationalize such a unique need always ended up in frustration. I—we—
simply needed to collect them.
It didn’t matter if they were freebies from
insurance companies or expensive designer jeweled ones. We wanted them
all. Pocket pens, flashlight pens, glow-in-the-dark pens, quill pens, pens
shaped like animals or candy canes or topped with fake flowers.
I took a deep breath, trying to control the urge. It was no use. My
dragon was practically crying. I grabbed a six-pack of clear red and blue
plastic pens on sale for ninety-nine cents and threw it into the front basket.
We could afford that much. At least they were pretty.
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