Page 27 of Dragon Her Heels

“I’ll give you a call. I need to go pay a few friends a visit first.”

“Excellent. I’ll be waiting for your leisure, then.”

Yuless finished paying for his acquisitions, hauled everything outside, and left me questioning a lot about my life, including my dire lack of a tall, dark, and handsome I could get up close and personal with.

Once certain Yuless couldn’t hear me, I regarded Lucifer with a scowl. “Just get it over with. Break my heart. What’s wrong with him?”

Isaac burst into laughter. “He revved your engine good.”

I turned to the only help I might get, shooting Ashley a pleading look.

“I don’t blame you in the slightest. He is one fine gentleman. There has to be a lot wrong with him. Men that fine are always pieces of work. Since he has no flaws on the outside, they have to all be on the inside. There is no way a perfect man exists.”

“Hey,” both the Devil and Isaac complained.

“You’re not men,” I reminded the pair. “We’re discussing humans and questionable humans here, and neither of you are even remotely human.”

While the demon and the Devil sulked, they quieted down.

Mr. Grinnold chortled at the discussion. “According to my wife, I’m a busybody who could stand to spend a few more hours at home and a few less hours at work.”

“She’s right,” Lucifer informed him. “I recommend you leave work no later than four most days of the week and stay after four only on days where there are legitimate emergencies. Having a vet deal with sick chickens counts as a legitimate emergency. Watching your trained staff close is not.”

The feed store’s owner sighed. “I’ll let the missus know I’ll be leaving at four starting tomorrow.”

“Offloading the chickens with bumblefoot is a good reason to be late. Just tell her you were dealing with that emergency and then go home promptly.” Lucifer made a show of checking his watch. “You can leave as soon as we get the animals in the trailer.”

“I’ll let her know I’m going to be leaving early, then.”

I admired Mr. Grinnold’s ability to accept criticism and do something about it all at the same time. “Perfect single men don’t exist,” I told Ashley. “The wise women took the ones near perfection and trained them to become perfection after securing them in wedlock.”

Ashley eyed Isaac with interest. “Think that might work on an incubus?”

“Absolutely,” I replied, smirking at having gotten my turn to corner Isaac for a change. “Just be prepared to do a lot of chasing. He’ll run so you’ll catch him, and he’ll pretend he’s looking for his next lay just because he wants some spice to go with his sugar. Just train him to annoy you in the ways that starts your engine more often than not.”

“That’s actually pretty solid advice,” Isaac admitted. “If I know I’m getting daily sugar, all I’m going to do is sprinkle in some spice to keep things interesting. It’s my sole flaw.”

Shaking my head, I waited for Theresa to finish ringing me up, paid thousands to perform my good deeds, and led my new colt outside. With luck, I’d get the motley crew back to my place before the afternoon storms made a mess of my plans to get the chickens settled, called the vet, and figure out how the hell I was going to take care of an orphaned colt.