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    Dunk’s small, cluttered garage receives a pair of most unexpected guests in the middle of the night on a random Friday.
    Aerion Targaryen is as pretty as he is mean, yet Dunk tries not to think about that fact too much— he is most likely never to see the man again. Unexpectedly, however, Aerion keeps coming back. The tension between them becomes harder and harder to ignore…

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    Aerion thinks he’s giving the hot mechanic more than obvious signs. Dunk wouldn’t know flirting if it flashed him.
    They make it work.

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    “What would your husband say if he could see you like this,” Dunk said, as Aerion suckled on his fingers.

    Aerion spat them out, wet, to retort, “he likes it. He likes everything I do.”

    Dunk’s expression softened, hopelessly fond. “Aye, he does.”

    Idiot. Aerion was lucky Dunk had maintained his act for even half an hour without saying anything soppish.

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    “Does it comfort you,” Dunk said, low. “To think of yourself as a fiendish beast that everyone else must seek to destroy?”

    Twelve years after Ashford, Aerion finds he cannot run any longer.

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    “I’m with child,” Aerion said cooly. “So no, my dear Daeron, I am not getting fat. I am merely eating for two.”

    “Child?” The dumb creature he had let into his bed asked blankly, “where?”

    Duncan’s armor creaked as he bent and peered under the heavy table. Daeron sucked in a sharp breath.

    “What madman was stupid enough to stick their cock in you?”

    A booming thunk as the table rattled on its legs. Duncan let out a muffled curse and crawled back out. Color had drained from his face. Aerion ignored his quiet panicked attempts to catch his gaze and selected another grape from the offerings, red this time.

    Aegon jumped up onto his chair, bald little head cocked to the side. “Are you— truly?”

    “Oh, Father is going to kill you,” Daeron observed as he snatched a goblet and filled it with light summer wine. “After he flays the skin from the man that seeded you.”

    (Or the countdown for Dunk's impending demise by Maekar's mace.)

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