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“No. They’re already healing, and I reduced my ability to feel pain until they stopped stinging.”
“Handy skill,” she said, but her eyes were still on his bare chest. “So, you don’t need me to kiss them better?”
“Does that work?” Not that he cared either way. He wasn’t turning down any opportunity to have Hezza kiss him.
“Does it actually help you heal? No. But it does help distract the patient.” She smiled, her green eyes twinkling. “Just in case they start to sting again.”
“Better safe than sorry,” he agreed.
“Then we should call Fyr and tell him it’s safe to come out of his cabin. He’s probably bored and hungry by now.”
“He’ll survive,” Kalan wasn’t ready to share her with his brother yet.
“True. But then breakfast will get cold. It’s been a very long time since someone cooked for me. I’d like to enjoy the experience.”
That he could agree to, especially since he was the one who’d done the cooking. “Then we’ll eat soon. What’s on the agenda for the rest of the day? More lessons on ship maintenance?”
Hezza shook her head. “Not today. I think we’ve all earned a day of rest.” She lowered her voice to a sultry whisper and laid one hand on his chest. “Or at least, a day in bed.”
He wrapped his arms around her and drew her in until her head was tucked under his chin. She nestled against him, her cheek pressed to his chest.
“That sounds perfect.”
CHAPTER 16
Hezza wasn’tsure she believed in the afterlife. If such a thing existed, the last few days with Kalan and Fyr’enth had to come close. They’d laughed, hugged, fucked, and even danced together a time or two. Could it last? Of course not. Knowing that made every moment sweeter and every memory more precious.
Today’s morning meal had passed in near silence because they all knew things were about to change. They were about to drop back to normal space as they entered the Taza system and made their way to a colonized moon orbiting Taza Four.
While the system was far from the main trade routes, the existence of the agricultural colony combined with the mining outfits on the planet itself brought enough traffic to make it a small but significant trade stop.
They’d come here in part because she hoped someone would buy her current contract and finish her deliveries. The other reason they were here was to see an old friend and ask for a favor. If he was still here.
Now that they were about to enter the system, it was time to find out.
“Ship, how long until we drop into normal space?”
“Transition will occur in ninety-seven seconds.”
“Good. And the recorded messages I made are buffered and waiting to be sent?”
“Affirmative.”
She felt a bit silly for even asking the question. The AI wouldn’t deviate from her orders unless she told it to. “Sorry for doubting you.”
The apology made her feel even sillier. There was no need to apologize. The AI was software. She hadn’t even given it a personality upgrade, forfraxxsake.
“Your apology is unnecessary but appreciated. I have detected an elevated heart rate and body temperature. Do you have concerns I should be aware of?”
She laughed. “I’m worried about a lot of things right now, but it’s all messy, organic being stuff. You just keep us flying straight and true, and I’ll take care of the rest.”
“Understood.”
“You two ready to set foot on an actual planet? Well, a moon, but close enough.”
Fyr’enth sat in his newly modified seat, which was now more of a stool with a vertical bar where the safety harness was attached. “More than ready. Do you think we’ll get a chance to fly?”
She’d already thought about this. “It’s not like we can hide your wings, so you’re going to attract attention no matter what. Even if someone makes a report, we’ll be long gone before the IAF or anyone else can get here. Don’t do it until we’re clear of the port, though. No sense in annoying the local air traffic control center. They’ll get tetchy and probably try to fine me for operatingunregistered aircraftin their airspace.”
