was about to happen, and he didn’t want his mate in the line of fire. He lowered his head and said, “Duck and cover.”
Chapter Four
Saber braced himself as he knew the war was on!
What now stood in the middle of Ty and Saber’s living room were two equally outraged males screaming at each other, making the napping twins upstairs cry.
“Wait a damn minute!” Ty said to both of them after sticking his fingers in his mouth and whistling loudly to get their attention. Two faces turned to look at him, and Ty said, “Gentlemen, take it outside. You’re scaring the children!”
Saber watched as the king’s bodyguards suddenly found the limousines on the side away from the combatants fascinating.
The king and Kelley stomped outside only to take up battle positions.
The opponents took to their respective corners.
Saber just knew this was going to be good, as in one corner of the boxing ring, at three hundred pounds, stood an old-world dragon, old-school, eight-hundred-sixty-nine-year-old, extremely angry King Frederico Dragonovic, absolute ruler of Saibina.
His mate was female. He was a monarch with a monarch’s mentality. He gave orders, and they were immediately obeyed. He was a man’s man. End of story.
Saber sighed and watched as in the opposing corner stood, at one hundred twenty five pounds, a new-world human, laptop-using, twenty-eight-year-old, enraged redhead Kelley Taylor-Jordan, absolute American.
His mate was male. He was American, from a democracy. He did not know how to follow orders. He was a flamboyantly gay man. End of story.
The bell rang, and Saber felt like a referee.
Saber watched as Frederico and Kelley proceeded to get nose to nose, so they could argue better. As much as a six-foot-seven and five-foot-five man could. They faced off and started in. Kelley gave Frederico’s chest a mean finger jab.
Saber wasn’t getting any help from the peanut gallery either.
“Twenty bucks on Kelley,” Jake said quietly.
“Same here,” Bo said.
“I’ll take that bet,” said Crusty, the ranch foreman.
Kate and Jaclynn just looked at each other, shook their heads, and walked away.
In the ensuing days, Saber tried his best to talk to Frederico while Ty worked on Kelley. Then they’d swap. As Ty and Saber saw it, those two had absolutely nothing in common. Not a thing. Was this really going to work?
Saber knew Fate must be laughing her ass off at this pairing. There was no way the Gods could have intentionally put the squabbling men together on purpose. They were worse than kids, and at most times more trying and just as loud.
Frederico and Kelley fought about everything!
Kelley being a man. Frederico being totally inflexible.
What the king expected from his consort. What Kelley would do.
The king acted like a male chauvinist. Kelley acted like a redheaded, freckled demon from hell. On and on it went. Saber started to cringe every time the two were in the same room.
Saber tried to talk to Kelley but failed dismally, as the young man had it firmly entrenched in his mind that he would not be someone the king could run over. He would not be docile, didn’t know how, and never would.
On the other hand, Frederico expected his orders to be obeyed summarily and couldn’t for the life of him understand why Kelley didn’t conform to his ideas.
Frederico loved roses. Kelley thought they were too commercial. He loved wildflowers.
The opera? Not in Kelley’s lifetime.
Cocktail parties? Society events? Yeah, sure, Saber knew Kelley would never go for that one.
Frederico liked his limo. Kelley said it was a gas hog that polluted the air.
Saber just signed when they slept at different times, ate different foods. They both believed in the Gods, just different ones. They didn’t even like the same color.
The king did not like Kelley wearing his clothes so tightly. He commanded Kelley to wear looser, more appropriate clothing. Kelley couldn’t wait for the next day to arrive, so he could