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“Touché.”

Grinning, the vixen pushed past him and put her hands on her slender hips, leaving his cock twitching madly in his pants. “Christian, it’s clear we cannot have them up and operational at the current rate of repairs on their vessel. As adamant as I am that we not allow outsiders to stay on our world after suns set, it would appear we have little choice in the matter.”

“I agree. Have sleeping quarters arranged for the entire crew. Give them free access to the village but do not administer outside passes. I will not allow them to roam out of the boundaries and end up food for Stegian’s men.”

Nina nodded and glanced over her shoulder. The second Jordan locked eyes with her, his heart pounded. She smiled wickedly. “You can pretend not to like me all you want, Vasil. I can smell your desire pouring off you.”

“Yeah, and I can smell your bitchiness, woman, so we’re even.” Jordan had never wanted to fuck a woman more, and she knew it. Since the moment he’d stepped off the ship and watched her approach, his cock had been in a constant state of readiness.

Watching Nina in action only served to make it worse. The way she seemed to handle herself—no fear, no restraint—made his gut twist into a tight knot. Sure, Jordan was accused of the very same things when it came to issues of his own safety but that was different. He was a man, not the most beautiful creature in the entire universe. The need to protect her was almost overpowering.

Nina licked her lower lip. “Can I help you?”

“Huh?”

“You are staring at me.”

“No, I’m not,” Jordan said firmly but somehow still managing to sound like he was only ten years old.

Nina offered him a sly smile and shrugged. “Your eyes are locked on me and you aren’t looking away. Correct me if I’m wrong, but is that not staring among your people?”

“Perhaps it is just called concentrating too hard where he comes from,” Christian said, laughing softly under his breath.

Clearly not getting any help from Christian on the Nina front, Jordan narrowed his gaze. “I’m not staring—well, not that much anyways.”

The second a smile poured over Nina’s face, Jordan couldn’t help but grin. This woman, this compact, petite stick of dynamite, had the power to break him with nothing more than a flash of her amusement. She also held the gift of being able to set his temper off faster than a Palertaire barge trader on a hot Exellion day.

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