I Dream of Dragons (Boston Dragons) Read Online Free Page B

she asked.
    “Apparently, a large Irish population,” Chloe said. “We can blend in. Plus we can speak, read, and write English. If we can’t get back to Ireland, it’s not a bad place to be.”
    “But we must get back home,” Shannon insisted.
    Rory balled his fists. “We will someday—when the leprechauns discover their mistake.”
    “Since when have you known leprechauns to admit they made a mistake?” Shannon pointed out.
    “One thing at a time,” Chloe said. “First we need a decent place to live. Then we can worry about gettin’ back into the little shites’ good graces.”
    “Before that, I need to call Finn.”
    “Uh. We tried callin’ the pub for you,” Rory said. “Somehow we’ve been blocked from even making phone calls to Ireland.”
    “But we’ll keep tryin’,” Chloe said. “Let’s go check into a hotel, and we can try to email from there.”
    Shannon fell silent.
    There really wasn’t anything more to say. With magic keeping them out of Ireland, the dragons’ best hope was to find a decent place to operate from and to change the minds of those who cast the spells. If that place was Boston, then they needed to reach their temporary home quickly. Rory and his sister would come up with plans for revenge on the way. He was already thinking of a few ideas.
    * * *
    “I must be out of my mind,” Amber muttered.
    A second before she rang Brandee’s doorbell, a tall, good-looking blond man opened the door. “You must be Amber,” he said in a whisper.
    “Uh, yeah.”
    “Sorry. I’m trying not to wake the baby.” He stuck his hand out. “Nick Wolfensen, Brandee’s other half.”
    She shook his hand. “Is Brandee around?”
    “She asked me to give you a message. She said the client she told you about just arrived and she won’t be able to leave the gallery for a while, but Bliss is expecting you at the Boston Uncommon Tearoom on Charles Street.”
    “Oh. Bliss is there now?”
    “Yes. Her best friend owns the place. They’re probably gabbing away.”
    “I see. So if I walk back down the hill to Charles Street, is it a left or…”
    “Go right. There’s a big teapot hanging from the sign. You can’t miss it. Oh! But before you go…” He retrieved a business card and handed it to her. “She wanted you to have this.”
    Amber stared at the Beacon Street address on the card. “What’s this?”
    “I understand you need an apartment. You have an appointment with the manager, Morgaine, at two o’clock.”
    “Wait. How did you know?”
    “Brandee didn’t say. Just trust me. If she’s sending you, there’s a good reason. She seems to know the future sometimes.”
    As unsettling as that was, Amber said, “Okay. Great.”
    “Have fun,” he said and smiled as he closed the door.
    Uh, yeah. Fun. Crazy fun.
    Amber headed down the hill, appreciating the gorgeous historic buildings and tree-lined cobblestone sidewalks. She wondered what it would be like to live in a pretty neighborhood like this. Her apartment building was situated among businesses and lacked any neighborhood feel at all.
    When she reached Charles Street and traffic whizzed by, she felt as if she were reentering the city. The general vibe accelerated to its usual frantic pace. She had spent the previous evening scanning the real estate pages and getting depressed. Rents in this city were outrageous.
    If the place on Beacon Street was as nice as most of the addresses in the area and reasonably priced, she’d snap it up. She checked her watch. Twelve thirty. Good. By keeping her schedule tight, she was allowing herself enough time to meet the modern muse, but she also had an excuse to leave if the muse tried to give her the hard sell.
    She found the tearoom easily. Just as Nick had promised, a teapot dangled above the door. When she stepped in, the atmosphere was homey and lowered her stress level—slightly. She smelled baked goods and honey. The large front room held several tables with white linen