'Til Dragons Do Us Part (Never Deal with Dragons)

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Authors: Lorenda Christensen
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attention and work together to make it difficult for me to look anywhere else.
    All in all, his looks were a bad combination for a thief. One of the things that makes Simon so great at his job is his ability to blend into his surroundings—to appear as just another tourist, shopkeeper, businessman, whatever. The sheer
normalness
of his looks allows my partner to go anywhere and be anything, without the fear of people remembering him after he was gone. Simon is a modern day
everyman
, who with a simple change of a hat appears as an entirely different person. He switches disguises as easily as others change their mind.
    My face is slightly more recognizable. I’m not exactly gorgeous, but my features are memorable enough that I have to be careful when I’m on a job. With the proper use of makeup and hair style, I’d learned to dress in such a way that nine times out of ten people would see exactly what they’d expect to see, whether that was the girl next door or wealthy socialite. The other one-tenth of the time, I’d learned to manage it as best I could.
    This guy? He’d be noticed no matter what he did.
    He continued to stare, but something told me that his interest had nothing to do with a reciprocal hormonal response. Such was the pity. Though he made no outward show of being particularly interested in me one way or another, I could tell that his mind was cataloging my every feature with brutal efficiency. Combined with his muscled frame and smooth movements, I’d put money on him being part of Relobu’s security team.
    So much for a quick grab and go.
    Ah well, I guess I needed to start earning my commission eventually. Though it was too late for me to cover my interest in the painting, I deliberately wandered over to another on the opposite wall, a scene depicting a buxom and very naked young lady, reclining on a bed near a sleeping dog. Jeanie was the art expert, but I thought it was likely a Titian.
    “The Tofegaard I understand, but this? It’s an interesting choice for a dining room.”
    “Mmm.” His response was neither an agreement nor an argument.
    My unwanted companion hadn’t followed me, but had pivoted to track my progress with his eyes. I turned my back on him to study the painting, and released the breath I wasn’t aware I’d been holding. I wasn’t sure of the cause, but something about this guy had my nerves—usually well behaved in high stress situations—at full-alert.
    “So you’re not fond of the placement. But how about the painting itself? Do you like how he held the paintbrush?” The teasing note was back.
    “I don’t have an opinion one way or the other. How about you?” If he wanted to stand here and make small talk for the rest of the day, it was his responsibility to keep the conversation moving.
    His lips quirked as if he’d read my thoughts and they had struck him as amusing. I found myself stiffening as he ambled closer, feeling like a mouse waiting for the snake to strike. The irony of my situation made me smile. I was usually the reptile in these types of encounters. It was somewhat startling to realize I didn’t enjoy playing the part of the mouse. They were so much cuter than snakes.
    He stopped near my shoulder and made a show of inspecting the canvas before us.
    “Can’t say that I know that much about art, but I like this one better than a picture of a bunch of guys sitting around a table.” He held out a hand. “Cameron Shaw.”
    I shook his hand cautiously, half expecting him to yank me off my feet and pin me against the wooden column he’d been leaning on earlier. But while his hand was nearly twice as big as mine, his grip was warm and polite, the perfect balance for a casual greeting between strangers.
    It didn’t make me any less wary. “Savannah.”
    “Well, Savannah. I hope you’ll forgive my curiosity, but I’m wondering why you’re here in an empty banquet hall trying to pull priceless paintings off the wall.”
    I couldn’t deny that it

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