Romantic Interlude

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Romantic Interlude ISBN # 1-4199-0598-8 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Romantic Interlude Copyright© 2006 Shelley Munro Edited by Mary Moran. Cover art by Willo & Syneca. Electronic book Publication: May 2006

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ROMANTIC INTERLUDE Shelley Munro

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Chapter One Richard Morgan trudged up the carpeted stairs, heading for his bedroom without bothering to switch on the light. Fatigue made his limbs heavy. Uncoordinated. Fifty years old, he was feeling every one of his years after the long drive from Wellington and the ferry crossing of Cook Strait the previous night. An old dog according to his Army mate—too mature to learn new tricks. In other words, he was an old fuddyduddy, boring and set in his ways just because he’d suggested George take things slowly with the new woman in his life. Remembering the label “conservative” George had tagged him with still stung. Damn it, there was nothing wrong with being settled. He didn’t need to prove a point by grabbing the nearest woman and shagging himself into an early grave. Richard liked predictable and knowing what would happen during his day-to-day routine, even if it was without his beloved wife. Besides, he walked on the wild side far enough by owning shares and being on the board of Alicia’s condom company. In his opinion, that was downright racy given some of the discussions about the male appendage that took place in the boardroom. “No fool like an old fool,” he muttered as he stumbled into his bedroom. Uncharacteristic loneliness tore at his gut, bringing a scowl. He’d been looking forward to spending a few weeks with George but had felt like a third wheel so he’d decided to head back to Sloan. Since Luke, his son, was here, the early return home wouldn’t be a total loss. Richard sighed. His son was hurting after the treachery of his ex-best friend and his now ex-wife. They could be miserable together. Richard toed off his shoes, leaving them where he wouldn’t fall over them in the dark. His hands went to the buttons on his denim shirt and he unfastened them with the ease of practice despite the dark. Halting beside the bed, he undid the buckle on his belt and stepped out of his jeans. Still wearing his boxer shorts, Richard fumbled with the covers of his king-size bed and slipped between the cool sheets without bothering to take off his socks. Felicity, his wife wasn’t here to complain, but no doubt the angels would be hearing about his transgression up in heaven. Lord, he missed that woman’s snippy tongue, her smile and her curvy body. He missed being able to look after his woman and he missed sex, dammit, even though things had been a bit strained during their last couple of years together. His cock stood to attention at the thought and he groaned, turning over toward the middle of the bed. His hand met warm flesh, and it didn’t belong to him. A shriek, loud enough to wake the sleeping citizens of Sloan, echoed through his bedroom.

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Richard let out a shout of his own, leaping upright to clutch at the bed sheets, his heart pounding with alarm. What the hell? Almost immediately, the thunder of running feet sounded in the passage. The bedroom light flicked on, dazzling with its brightness. Richard blinked. He blinked again, his eyes widening in shock. Yep, he was definitely in bed with a woman. A naked woman, if her bare shoulders were any indication. He hadn’t been asleep yet so he wasn’t dreaming. This was real all right. A naked woman. Richard shook his head in bemusement. “Dad. What are you doing here?” Richard glanced at his son Luke who was standing in the doorway. “I live here.” It was his house. He didn’t need to make excuses. “More to the point, what are you doing?” His gaze went from Luke to the half-naked woman his son clutched before he turned to check out the woman sitting in bed with him. One of her eyes closed in a wink. Suggestive. Saucy. His cock rose to even greater prominence and he swallowed, glad of the covers over his lap. The woman had beautiful eyes. They were violet and glowed with humor. The tiny fan of lines at the corners of her eyes confirmed she was a person who laughed a lot and enjoyed life. Blonde curls tumbled down her back. Her shoulders were on the scrawny side, but her bubbly personality shined through. Here was a woman who embraced life with all the curves involved. He liked that. The tenseness he’d felt in his gut and chest ever since he’d left the South Island lifted a fraction. Richard turned his gaze to his son and the younger woman. Luke had the woman in his arms and there was a lot of intense whispering going on. Curiosity followed quickly on the heels of astonishment. He glanced across at Violet Eyes sitting beside him. “Well hello, sailor.” The older woman clutched the pale blue sheet to her chest and batted her eyelashes at him, seemingly unperturbed by her nakedness. “Poke your hands in your ears,” the younger woman snapped, pointing a glittering silver weapon directly at him. It wasn’t like any gun he’d seen before. Richard’s breath caught halfway up his throat. His police-issue gun was locked away in the cupboard just as safety regulations required. Fat lot of use it was going to do him there. “Janaya,” the woman sitting beside him said in a sharp voice. Luke did some more heavy-duty whispering and the woman lowered the weapon. Thankfully. It looked as though it could inflict a bit of damage. His son drew the young woman close to his naked body then propelled her down the passage without looking back. Richard watched the whole procedure with interest since his son had left his door

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open. He had a great view from his bed if he leaned forward just a fraction. Luke’s bedroom door opened, closed and opened again. A small white dog with black spots trotted out, growling under its breath. The door slammed shut again and the dog let out a sharp yap. Richard shook his head. Again. Life sure had become interesting around here. He turned back to check out the woman sitting in bed with him. “Do you have a name, sailor?” The woman’s voice was low and husky and held the same humor as her eyes. “Yeah.” “You going to tell me what it is?” The smile turned toothy, and one eye closed in another of her flirtatious winks. Richard found himself grinning, entirely comfortable with the current arrangement. “Richard. Richard Morgan.” In bed with a gorgeous stranger. Who’d have thought? The woman stretched out her right hand. “Hinekiri…Jones. Pleased to meet you.” “Hinekiri.” Richard gripped her slender fingers lightly. Smooth skin. Short nails. Competent hands. Like a sudden unexpected flash of blue lightning, it came to him that he’d like to do more than touch her hand. The thought made his breath stall and his cock did a whole flagpole routine—mostly up—to his chagrin. He tossed the idea round his mind and didn’t reject it out of hand. She was definitely an original and not a whit like Felicity. “The woman with Luke…?” “My niece Janaya.” Hinekiri’s brows arched, a small smile playing around her pink lips. “I think they like each other. Your son is good for her.” Richard stared at her lips, the sensuous curves and the beautiful natural pink color before a sharp bark jolted him to common sense. He was still holding her hand while his mind was galloping light years ahead. Richard shook his head sharply in an attempt to shake his good sense loose. With regret, he let go of her hand. The dog trotted into the room, continuing with its incessant growling and a bark now and then for punctuation. Richard wondered if it would ever shut up and was about to protest but the woman beat him to it. “Killer, be quiet. Go to sleep,” she ordered in a stern voice. She made a shooing motion with her hands. The dog growled at the back of its throat and leapt onto the bed between them. It rubbed its glossy head against Hinekiri’s arm. Hinekiri frowned. “No you’re not having any food. You’ll be sick.” The dog sent a hopeful look in Richard’s direction and he could have sworn if it could speak, the dog would have asked him for food. “Killer,” Hinekiri said in clear warning. Sighing loudly, the dog jumped off the bed and trotted out of sight. “Well,” Hinekiri said. “Alone at last.”

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Richard gulped. That had sounded a little predatory. Her gaze held interest as it crawled across his chest. Hell, she licked her lips as though she wanted to bite. “I…um…yeah…” Dammit, he was stuttering. The last time he’d stuttered was when he’d asked Felicity to marry him. The thought gave him pause and made him consider Hinekiri a little more closely. Strange. Most women he knew wouldn’t have stopped with the first scream. They would have kept screaming. In fact, he was still sitting in the same bed. Yep, his head would still be ringing if he found himself in bed with any of the women he knew. “I guess I’d better go and sleep in the other bedroom,” he said, starting to slide out of his bed even as he said the words. The woman nodded. “I suppose that would be best.” A mischievous expression flitted across her face. “It wouldn’t do to kiss on the first date.” Kiss. Richard halted halfway from the bed. He clamped his lips together and stared at her twinkling eyes in shock. Kissing. His gaze drifted to her pink mouth and he imagined kissing her, tasting her lips. Man, he hadn’t kissed a woman for a while. It would be like high school all over again. Sweaty hands. Bumping noses. Unruly erections. He shuddered and stood abruptly, his breath easing out with a hiss. “Oh nice camouflage, sailor.” Holy shit. He was standing in front of her wearing his camouflage-patterned boxers and black socks. And he had a bloody hard-on. “Nothing I haven’t seen before,” Hinekiri chirped. “If it would make you feel better I could show you mine.” “Ah, no. It’s okay.” But his gaze shot to the spot where her fingers clutched at the pale blue sheet. He couldn’t see a thing. Not a hint of cleavage or anything remotely feminine or interesting. But that didn’t stop him wondering. He had a good imagination. “Too bad. Maybe later?” And Hinekiri winked at him. Again. No way was he going to reply to that one. The woman had a quick tongue. It made Richard speculate exactly what else she could do with that tongue and smart-ass mouth of hers. He shuddered, sensing he wasn’t going to win a war of quips with Hinekiri and it was best he leave with his masculine pride intact. “Good night,” he murmured, beating a quick retreat before she could comment on his camouflage again or anything else it failed to cover. Once he was out of sight, he slowed his steps. He’d only been gone for two weeks. Things had sure changed. A slow grin curled across his lips. Camouflage. Man, she was quick with that mind of hers. He’d always liked an intelligent woman, but she struck him as too independent for his tastes. The woman exuded confidence despite waking up with a stranger. She must be a heavy sleeper not to have noticed him entering the room—either that or tired out.

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Richard found his way down the passage by touch, but once he arrived outside the spare room, he flicked on the light. He didn’t want any more surprises tonight. He didn’t think his camouflage could take it. Richard checked all four corners of the room. A thick Persian rug in bright jewel colors lay on the floor beside the bed. An antique dresser made from native kauri wood stood against the cream wall and matching bedside cabinets flanked the bed. It was a double bed with an amber cover Felicity had paid a fortune to purchase. The room was all clear apart from the dog. Oh well. He could cope with that. Richard turned off the light and crossed the carpet to slide between the cotton sheets. It was only a little dog. It wouldn’t take up much room. Richard found himself thinking about the two women. He wondered where Luke had met them. The change in his son was remarkable. He was obviously sleeping with the younger one and she was helping him get past the betrayal of his previous wife. For that, the woman had his approval. He supposed a flirtatious older woman and a dog weren’t too high a price to pay in exchange for a happy son. The little dog—Killer, Hinekiri had called it—cuddled closer, sighing softly in its sleep. Strange name for a dog, but when Richard thought about the rest of the night, he figured a dog with an aggressive name wasn’t so out there. He fell asleep with a smile on his lips. Something woke him. His eyes flew open. His heart pounded while he tried to identify the noise. A pained whimper sounded, changing to a low growl that made the tiny hairs on his forearms prickle with forewarning. Killer. Richard’s breath eased out in relief. It was the dog barking and growling in its sleep. The dog’s legs starting pumping as if it were running a race and Richard chuckled softly. He reached out to stroke Killer’s soft fur then turned over and promptly fell out of bed. He hit the wooden floor with a thump that shook the air loose from his lungs. The rug wasn’t as thick as it looked. Slowly, he sat up, rubbing his sore hip and arm. “Fuck,” he said, immediately feeling guilty because Felicity hadn’t liked him using that word. He reached for the bedside lamp and flicked it on. Soft, golden light spilled through the room, highlighting the scenic watercolors Felicity had painted when her heart started to slow her down, and picking up the golden threads in the duvet cover. He shouldn’t have let the dog curl up on top of it but didn’t have the heart to make the creature move. Richard checked his watch and saw it was almost time to get up anyway. He supposed he’d slept, but it sure as hell didn’t feel like it. A black nose poked over the corner of the bed. Killer gave an enquiring bark, giving his naked chest the once-over before retreating. A sigh indicated the dog had curled up comfortably again and was attempting to sleep. He wished he could do the same. Groaning, Richard pushed to his feet. He glanced downward. Second problem. Every item of clothing he owned, apart from a pair of boxers and his black socks, was in his bedroom or in his bag, which was still in his vehicle. And he had an erection, dammit. He glared in the direction of his groin but nothing deflated. 9

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“Damn.” Richard strode from the spare bedroom after checking for wandering women. All clear. He sped down the stairs, gripping the banister so he didn’t fall. Given the way his luck was going, it was a sensible safety precaution. The floorboards creaked with a comforting familiarity, soothing his ruffled emotions and the sense of being out of step. Richard headed for the kitchen and the rear door, intending to collect his bag from his SUV. He opened the door and stepped outside. A bright flash went off in his face, making him blink. He shielded his eyes with his hand. “Who’s there?” “Marcie Montgomery,” a voice said. “Come out where I can see you, dammit. What the hell are you doing skulking around my backyard?” The female reporter from the local rag stepped out from behind a waist-high kowhai tree. She smoothed her black jacket and flicked a couple of tiny leaves off her matching skirt. “I’m looking for flying saucers.” “You won’t find them in my backyard,” Richard growled. “Can you damn well see one? Can you? Put that camera down. I don’t need my photo on the front page of the Sloan Gazette.” “I’m not sure the camera will work again anyway,” Marcie said with a grin, her gaze drifting downward to his groin. Her eyes glinted behind her glasses with sly amusement. Richard cursed, realizing he was standing in front of her dressed in his underwear. At least the erection had subsided. “Get off my property before I prosecute. And don’t damn well come back. I think I would have noticed if there were aliens and flying saucers in my vicinity. Little green men. Can you see any little green men? Leave now.” “All right. Don’t get your knickers in a twist. I’m going!” Marcie Montgomery clomped off, incongruous in her black gumboots and city duds. “Aliens. Humph!” Richard grabbed his red bag from the rear of his vehicle and stomped back inside. After dropping the bag on the floor near the wooden table, he switched on the light and filled the jug to make his morning pot of tea. He filled the coffeemaker and dumped some pre-ground coffee beans into a filter before he dressed, knowing Luke preferred coffee when he first woke. “Morning, Richard.” Hinekiri breezed into the kitchen, followed by the white dog with black spots. The dog barked at him, tilting its head to the side before giving him a doggy grin. “I’m in my underwear,” he blurted, abashed at being caught at a disadvantage yet again. Richard checked his watch. Just past seven. He hadn’t thought she’d wake so early. “Ah, morning.” “It’s best to check out the merchandize in daylight,” Hinekiri agreed.

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Richard realized his mouth was gaping and snapped it shut. His teeth clicked with the force of the move. Dammit, he should feel embarrassed, but instead he was intrigued. And he hadn’t felt so alive for ages. His cock either. The bloody thing was going up and down with the vigor of a water pump. He hadn’t thought about sex so much for months. “I’ll finish making the tea before I get dressed, since you’ve seen me at my worst.” The dog barked and Hinekiri snickered. Richard caught her furtive glance at his cock and could have sworn the dog looked as well. “Yep, I’ve seen just about everything now,” Hinekiri said. “Is there something I can give the dog to eat?” “Check the fridge.” The dog let out a sharp, high bark. Hinekiri rolled her eyes and sashayed over to the fridge, her ass swaying seductively beneath the tight denims she wore. She pulled it open, giving Richard an even better view of her butt when she bent over. The woman might be a little on the scrawny side, but she had all the requisite parts and did sinful things to those jeans. Coupled with her fun-loving personality, he found his interest piqued. If his Army mate George could see him now, he’d be nodding approval. Last night and this morning were firsts. Maybe George was right and it was fun to step outside of his comfort zones now and then. Live on the wild side. “Where are you from?” he asked. Hinekiri pulled a string of sausages from the fridge and gave it to the dog. “Outside,” she said firmly, and stepped over to open the door. The dog trotted out with the sausages and Hinekiri shut the door. “Not from here. Janaya and I are just passing through. I’m going to Africa soon,” Hinekiri said. Her violet eyes glowed brightly as she started to tell him about the wildlife lodge she’d booked and the migration of the wildebeest she’d wanted to see for ages. “Have you been to Africa?” “No. I haven’t done much traveling. Sounds like fun,” Richard said, thinking of how he and Felicity had discussed travel when they were courting, but they’d become pregnant and that had been that. They’d had Luke and Lily then Felicity had become sick. Talk of leaving Sloan had faded into the background. “I’d better get dressed. Make yourself at home.” Where exactly were they from? Richard hoped it wasn’t too far away because he’d like to see Hinekiri again. “Thanks.” Hinekiri stared after the man, a smile on her lips. A sharp bark full of complaints and sly innuendos about leaving Hinekiri alone with the earthman told her Killer had finished eating and wanted in. She opened the door and let the little dog inside. “Why you smirk?” the dog demanded.

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“That man has a nice ass.” “Working equipment too.” Hinekiri snorted. “You’re a dog. You’re not meant to notice.” Her eyes narrowed. “You’re not an Earth dog, are you?” Killer’s eyes wandered and she spoke without looking at Hinekiri. “Came in spaceship. Man left behind.” Hinekiri chuckled. “Did you pester him for food once too often?” “Horrible man,” Killer snapped. “No talk. Earthman come back.” “I hear him, but Richard won’t be able to understand what either of us is saying. All he’ll hear is barking. He’ll just think I’m weird for barking at you.” Killer nodded. “You weird,” she agreed. “Thanks.” Hinekiri found two china mugs inside a white cupboard and pulled them out. She opened the fridge to retrieve the blue milk jug she’d noticed earlier and sat at the small wooden table to pour the tea. Richard appeared and she saw he’d covered up and was now wearing a light brown long-sleeved shirt along with dark brown trousers. A pity. The man had a rather nice chest, a little hair—not too much—and sturdy legs. Made a woman’s juices run to look at a male in his prime. Richard was tall like his son Luke. And he bore the same worried expression, as if life had kicked him in the teeth. The man still had a full head of hair but it had turned gray, giving him a distinguished look. Hinekiri decided she could hardly complain about that since her hair was enhanced to its current soft blonde. She studied his face, liking the lines that said he’d lived through good and bad. His dark eyes were searching and noted everything. Cop eyes. Just like his son. Hinekiri suppressed a happy sigh. No point being coy—not to herself at any rate. This was the man she’d double date with Luke and Janaya. Looked as if this visit was going to be a memorable one. “How long are you here for? I could show you around Sloan and maybe farther afield. I have a couple of meetings I need to attend but we can work around them. If you like, we could drive up to the city and explore the sights, maybe go out on the harbor. Auckland is a beautiful city.” Hinekiri’s heart went pitter-patter. She hadn’t felt such an instant attraction to a male for a long time. Most were too intimidated by her independence and her fame as a galaxy explorer. Hinekiri’s mouth quirked upward. She was not your typical Dalconian female. Neither was Janaya—but she was too stubborn to admit it. Santana. Bah! The male was not good enough for her niece. “The man talk to you,” Killer barked. Oops, here she was daydreaming about sex. Yeah, definitely sex. Lots of kissing and touching going on! “That sounds lovely. I’ve visited Auckland briefly but didn’t have time to catch many of the sights.” “Good. That’s settled.” Richard smiled, instantly appearing a lot younger.

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The phone rang and he leapt up to answer. “Yeah? Came home early. Flying saucers? Mrs. Bates. That figures. Yeah, I’ll tell him.” Richard hung up and came back to join her at the table. His frown had returned. “Trouble?” Hinekiri asked, although she knew exactly what the problem was—the blasted faulty shield on her spaceship. She hoped she could find parts to fix the problem. It wouldn’t do to flash all the way to Africa. “Some of the locals are causing problems. They swear they saw a UFO last night.” “Hmmm.” Hinekiri patted her hair and dealt with an unruly curl. She tucked it behind her ear. “Do you think they were drinking alcohol? That does strange things to people.” “Tell me about it. Excuse me a moment. I want to see if there’s anything in the local paper this morning. The paper should be in the mailbox.” Hinekiri watched him stride from the kitchen, his whole demeanor one of strength and determination. What would it feel like to have him hold her close, pressed against his muscular chest, his arms wrapped tightly around her as if he’d never let go? Hinekiri felt a smile break free. The books on Earth sexuality she’d purchased during her last quick trip to see the Grand Canyon in America would come in very handy. Hinekiri loved to learn new things. The thought of putting them into practice made her go all squishy inside. Perhaps double-dating wasn’t such a good idea after all. She’d get him alone. Maybe Richard would like to go to Africa with her? The front door slammed and loud footsteps made Hinekiri straighten in alarm. He didn’t sound too happy. “I don’t believe it!” Richard shook the newspaper at her, splotches of color highlighting his sexy cheekbones and serious brown eyes. Hinekiri took a sip of her tea. Nice beverage. She must purchase some for the spaceship. “What’s the problem?” Once again, Hinekiri feared she knew. “This…this rubbish on the front page of the Sloan Gazette.” Richard flicked the paper in outrage. The phone rang again. He picked it up and listened for an instant. “No comment!” Richard slammed the communications instrument down. It bounced off its stand and dropped to the floor. “Dammit! I’m on holiday. Luke can deal with this.” Hinekiri restrained a smile with difficulty. She suspected Luke was already dealing with this. No pain involved. Richard stomped off again. Hinekiri discovered she’d finished her tea so she picked up the blue china teapot and poured herself another. Yep, life was sure interesting around here. Anticipation hummed through her gut while she considered the possibilities and what might happen next.

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Richard took the stairs two at once, the floorboards protesting the vigor of his ascent. He thumped on Luke’s bedroom door. “Luke, you coming out of there anytime soon?” He waited, hearing the low murmur of voices and then nothing. “Luke!” He rattled the doorknob to highlight his impatience. “Coming!” Luke called. Richard snorted. Yeah, right. “You haven’t got time. Dammit! All hell is breaking loose out here.” Richard waited a fraction longer. “Luke! Luke, get your butt out here now!” Oh man. He sounded like a stern parent. Luke would move out if he treated him like a child. Richard beat a retreat back to the kitchen, hoping his son would arrive soon. He dropped into a chair opposite Hinekiri and offered a weak smile. She shunted a cup of tea in his direction. “I guess the arrival of aliens is big news in Sloan,” she said, her violet eyes flickering with humor. She didn’t seem too upset about the idea of aliens wandering around, but then again, she appeared very capable. Instantly the worry dropped away, replaced by another sort of edginess altogether. Invisible frissons passed between them when their gazes met. A cheerful whistle broke the spell. Richard shook himself mentally and turned to his son. Luke looked as though he’d dressed hurriedly since the last two buttons on his uniform shirt were misbuttoned. “Good of you to join us.” Luke didn’t seem too concerned with his appearance so Richard ignored it. He was more interested in the young woman standing behind his son. Hinekiri pushed her mug away and stood. “I’m off to look for parts.” “Parts for what? Maybe I could help.” Luke’s whistle cut off mid bar. “I don’t think that’s necessary. I know exactly what Hinekiri needs.” Richard shrugged and gestured at the newspaper sitting on the kitchen counter. “You have enough to do without running around after vehicle parts.” “What—?” The insistent ring of the phone cut into Luke’s reply. He snatched up the receiver, giving Richard a strong, steady glare at the same time, a look that demanded an explanation. Richard held up the newspaper with the headline clearly displayed for his son to read. “I’ll be there in ten,” Luke snapped, hanging up before reaching for the paper. Richard watched his son scan the story. Luke glanced up, his brow furrowed with irritation. “We’re going to have every nut in the neighborhood out in those wheat fields.” Uh, newsflash! “They’re already there,” Richard snapped. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. Look lively. You’re in urgent need of damage control.” Luke stormed off, heading for his bedroom, Richard presumed. He called after him, “The mayor’s rung. And that reporter.”

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Minutes later Luke returned. Luke studied him closely and Richard manfully restrained a smirk. His son wanted to get rid of him, he thought in enlightenment. His cop instincts had never failed him before. Something else was happening here, but what? It could be that Luke was embarrassed about being caught with women in the house. Maybe he thought his father would disapprove of him sleeping with the younger one. Richard cast a surreptitious glance in the direction of Janaya. She was as different from Luke’s ex-wife as night varied from day. It was obvious in the confident stance, the direct eye contact when she noticed him watching her. This woman wouldn’t expect pampering. She was cut from the same mold as Hinekiri. “You coming back to work or are you heading off again?” Luke filled two mugs with coffee and passed one to Janaya. “Might hang around for a bit.” Richard wandered nonchalantly around the table and pulled out the seat next to Hinekiri. “I promised to show Hinekiri some of the sights and I have a couple of meetings I put off before I went on holiday. I can attend them now that I’m back.” Luke coughed without warning, spewing his mouthful of coffee over Hinekiri, the table and the last of Richard’s clean shirts. Richard leapt to his feet, scrubbing at the hot liquid. It only made it worse. “What the hell’s wrong with you today?” “Sorry,” Luke muttered, grabbing a towel. He offered it to Hinekiri. Richard caught the mischievous look that flashed through her violet eyes. “I think Luke is a little shook up about the aliens in town.” “Load of hogwash,” Richard snapped. “Probably some fool kids egging each other on. It is almost the end of the school year.” “Okay,” Luke said. “How about going off to investigate the crop circles before your meetings and I’ll go and sort things out at the station? I can drop off Hinekiri and Janaya so they can search for parts on my way to work.” Richard frowned. “But what about our sightseeing?” “Maybe later? I really need to sort out…some things first,” Hinekiri said. Richard’s scowl intensified. What things? None of them were going to enlighten him judging by the silence. “Right.” Luke placed his coffee mug on the marbled bench. “Let’s go.” Luke and the two women left before Richard had a chance to voice his protest. The fine hairs at the back of his neck prickled uncomfortably. Something was up. Damn, he wished he knew what the hell was going on.

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Chapter Two Richard sighed loudly enough that the dog barked. “I guess I’ll clean up in here and head out to Ted Morrison’s wheat fields.” He stacked the dirty mugs in the dishwasher and left the house via the kitchen door. The dog followed. “You’d better stay here,” Richard said. “Woof.” The dog sat on its haunches and cocked its head. Richard stooped to scratch the little dog behind the ears. “Good boy.” “Woof!” Was it his imagination or did that bark sound indignant? Seemed like his mind was still in holiday mode. Next thing he’d be hearing the dog talking back. Richard strode up to his SUV and opened the driver’s door. “Damn, I forgot the keys.” Richard jogged back inside to grab them off the bench. When he returned he found the dog sitting in the passenger seat ready to go. “Okay, I give up. You can come with me but you’d better behave.” “Woof,” the dog said as if it was in agreement. Chuckling, Richard fired up his vehicle and backed away from the gnarled pohutukawa tree he’d parked underneath. “Crop circles,” he muttered. “What ever next?” “Woof. Woof. Woof.” “So, we’re in agreement. Smart dog.” He accelerated down the gravel road, sending a cloud of dust sailing in their wake. Richard wound down the window to enjoy the fresh country air as he followed the road that snaked through green countryside and stands of native trees. He slowed for a herd of steers being driven down the road toward a set of cattle yards and waited until they turned into the paddock, dogs barking at their heels. “Woof.” The dog craned its neck as though it wanted to get a good look at the other dogs. Richard grinned and waved to Scott, the owner of the animals as he drove past and picked up speed again. They rounded a corner, drove under a huge pine tree and around another corner. Without warning Richard slowed. “That’s Luke’s vehicle. I wonder what the problem is?” He spotted Hinekiri and his mind stalled. That was one fine-looking woman. His gaze dipped fractionally, speculation rife as his eyes assessed her. Not much body fat, but she looked healthy and more than good to him. Soft, blonde hair. Those beautiful eyes and a sexy grin. Confidence. It practically oozed from her. Not exactly what he was used to, but the concept of a self-assured woman was interesting—a woman who appeared to like to take control. In that moment, he decided 16

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he’d ask her out. If she and her niece weren’t staying for long, there was not a moment to waste. He’d take her out to dinner at the Red Fox Inn. They did a fine meal there, but the atmosphere was casual and friendly. No uppity waiters with their noses stuck so far up in the air they were in danger of getting frostbite. No snobby clientele—just a good mix of local residents and business people. Yep, the perfect place for a first date. Richard’s palms moistened and he removed them from the steering wheel one at a time to wipe them on his brown chinos. He sucked in a deep breath, his mind made up on the subject. Today, he’d step outside his comfort zone and ask the woman out. The worst thing that could happen was she could say no. Richard wound the driver’s window down. “Is there a problem?” “No problem,” Luke said. Hmmm. Richard scowled. If everything were all right, why was his son looking like a man who’d just faced the enemy. His face was pale and if Richard wasn’t mistaken, he was sweating. The dog jumped from the passenger seat onto Richard’s lap and stuck its head out the window. “Woof. Woof. Woof.” Richard ran his hand over its soft white fur. “I hope you don’t mind me taking your dog out. He jumped in while I wasn’t looking and I didn’t have the heart to leave him at home.” “Killer is a her.” Janaya stepped closer to scratch the dog behind the ears. She growled and yipped at the dog. The dog seemed to like the attention because it swiped its pink tongue across Janaya’s face and barked. “It’s a deal,” Janaya said. Richard shook his head. Weird the way she barked at the dog, but if Luke liked her, that was okay with him. “I don’t know why you’re talking to Killer as though she can understand.” “She’s very intelligent,” Janaya said with a smile that made Richard appreciate why his son was attracted to her. “Woof,” Killer said. “Well, if you’re sure you’re fine, I’ll carry on to the wheat fields.” “Good idea,” Luke said. “Let me know how you get on.” Frowning, Richard drove on toward Ted Morrison’s farm. Something was up. He knew his son. Guilt and worry were written all over his face. It was bedlam at Ted Morrison’s. Firstly, the road was choked with vehicles, a lot of them he didn’t recognize. People wandered down the middle of the road in a casual manner without due care for oncoming traffic. Giving up the idea of pulling up outside the paddock gate, Richard parked as close as he could, pulling onto the shoulder of the gravel farm track behind a dusty sedan. The little dog jumped from the SUV when he opened the passenger door and trotted 17

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ahead of him, her head going from side to side as though she were trying to take everything in. The sun shined brightly, kicking quite a punch despite the early hour. A soft breeze blew as he walked toward the gate that led into the wheat field. The wind rattled the seed heads, knocking them together in a soothing melody. Better than the rap crap the Sloan youngsters played on their car stereos at full volume when they raced down the main street. Ted Morrison manned the gate, letting visitors inside his wheat field. He lifted his right hand in a casual wave. “Richard. Thought you were on holiday?” “Had to come back early. Luke has his hands full down at the station so I said I’d come to check out the circles and give a report.” Richard scanned the small sign by the gate. Entrance to Crop Circles—$5. He turned back to Ted, but the man was busy extracting money from a couple of townies. The female component of the couple wore pink high heels. How she thought she’d manage to walk through the wheat fields with those stilts on her feet was beyond Richard. He noticed Ted’s brows rise, almost disappearing beneath his woolen beanie. Richard grinned inwardly. Ted had worn a home-knitted beanie, no matter what the season, for as long as Richard could remember. The dog wandered up and pressed its nose against the woman’s tanned calf. She let out a piercing shriek and parted company from the land before her spike heels poked into the earth again to ground her. Richard clicked his fingers, attracting the dog’s attention. “Killer. Over here.” Thankfully, the dog obeyed and stayed close. “Do you have gumboots?” Ted asked, his frown narrowed at the woman’s delicate shoes. “Oh no,” the woman said, a shudder of distaste racking her narrow silk-clad shoulders. She jerked her heels from the dirt, before she and her husband wandered through the gate and headed in the direction Ted had indicated. “Bet you five dollars she falls flat on her face,” Ted said with a cackle. “Don’t be silly. I’d lose my money.” Richard stood aside for yet another group to pay their admission fee and file through the wooden gate. Business was booming. “Is there anywhere to buy a tea or coffee?” an elderly woman asked. “The Sloan Women’s Division have set up a stall near the crop circles,” Ted answered. “Best scones and raspberry jam in Sloan.” “Thank you,” the woman said, eyeing up Ted in clear speculation. Richard winced. At least the woman hadn’t chosen him. He’d far rather have Hinekiri check him out. The thought made him pause as a quite different vision danced through his head—naked bodies writhing together on a soft double bed. His double bed. No escaping the identity of the woman. Her soft blonde hair and beautiful violet eyes

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gave her away. Unfortunately, that was all he could see, his imagination unable to fill in the dots. “Richard? You okay? You have a weird look on your face.” Gruff concern shaded Ted’s voice. To Richard’s consternation, heat gathered in his cheeks. “The Women’s Division has set up camp here too?” The dog let out a soft woof that sounded like a question. His change of subject didn’t work, but then he hadn’t really expected it to. Richard had gone to school with Ted Morrison and they’d been friends ever since. “You’re either sickening for something or you’ve met a woman.” Ted studied him intently and a slow grin bloomed on his weathered face. “It’s a woman.” “I’d better go and have a closer look at these circles. I presume you’ve got someone stopping the public from walking all over them? Come on, Killer.” “Strange name for a dog,” Ted said, scrutinizing his friend closely. “You have. It’s a woman!” “Catch you later,” Richard mumbled, intending to beat a quick retreat. “That will be five dollars, please.” Richard came to an abrupt halt. “What?” Ted held out his hand. “Five dollars admission fee. My wheat crop is damaged. I have to recoup my losses somehow.” Richard traded stares with Ted and finally gave a grudging nod. He pulled a fivedollar note from his pocket and thrust it at his mate. Probably some smart-assed kids having fun at the town’s expense. All he needed to do was figure out how they’d made the circles and things around Sloan would start to return to normal. He strode the welltrodden path through the wheat field with the dog at his heels. The buzz of excited chatter told him he was nearing the scene of the crime. Richard brushed past a yellow and orange floral sun umbrella and a crowd of people drinking from paper cups and eating scones. Looked like the Sloan Women’s Division was doing a brisk trade. The dog wandered off to investigate the wheat over near the Women’s Division’s table. He noted most people were walking around the first of the circles, kept behind a yellow tape by Ted’s sons and daughters. “Keep the line moving,” one of Ted’s sons said in a carrying voice. Fascinated and wanting to see what all the fuss was about, Richard fell into step, squeezing into a gap between a teenager and a plump elderly woman who was leaning heavily on her walking stick. The wheat circles were about the diameter of a medium-sized house, but they weren’t completely circular, which made Richard frown. They were more oval than round. Any fool knew crop circles were round. Why would a jokester go to the trouble of playing the elaborate hoax and not do a proper job? Part of the ground was scorched as though a great heat had burned the wheat. Ted was lucky his whole field hadn’t caught fire. The distinctive click of a shutter button made Richard wince and memories

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of this morning return. He hoped he didn’t find himself on the front page of the Gazette clad only in his boxers. That Marcie Montgomery had a tough, determined streak when it came to her job. And she liked to expose people. Richard hoped it wasn’t him she exposed on the front page tomorrow morning. Richard ducked behind a family to escape the press of bodies. He weaved in and out of the crowds to inspect the other circle. It was pretty much the same but there was a slight impression in the soil as though the force of impact had been greater. Richard didn’t believe in UFOs but he wasn’t sure how the local kids had managed such an elaborate prank. Tired of being jostled and pushed and shoved, Richard made his way back toward his SUV. The dog was waiting beside the Women’s Division stall and Julia Brompton, his old teacher, was slipping it pieces of scone. That dog knew exactly which side its scone was buttered. He whistled. The dog glanced over at him with total disinterest and rubbed against its benefactor’s legs instead of answering like a well-trained pooch. Julia Brompton gave her a whole scone. The dog placed it on the ground, licked the woman’s hand then picked up its bounty again and trotted over to him. Shaking his head, Richard carried on back to the gate. The people were still entering the gate at a steady rate, chatting together with great animation. There was an air of excitement everywhere he looked. “What did you think?” Ted Morrison asked when he approached. Richard dragged a hand through his hair. “Blowed if I know. If it’s a trick, it’s well executed.” “Yeah.” “See you later, Ted.” “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the woman. I’ll worm the details out of you down at the Red Fox.” Richard ignored the taunt and lifted a hand in casual farewell. Interesting. Ted Morrison didn’t believe a UFO had made those impressions in his wheat field either. Although he hadn’t said as much, it was there for Richard to see in his expression. Richard couldn’t blame him for milking the situation for all it was worth. When he reached the SUV, Richard opened the door for the dog and she leapt in, settling down to eat her scone. He switched on the ignition and pulled out onto the track. “I don’t know how you managed that. They would have made me pay.” The traffic into town was surprisingly heavy. Richard snorted when he passed a bunch of hippies, their colorful panel vans emblazoned with peace slogans. The two vans belched clouds of smoke and Richard hurriedly wound up the window. Looked as though everyone had come to town for the show. Hordes of people, mostly strangers, loitered outside the town café and the pub. All the outside tables were full and the staff were scooting in and out, bearing plates of food and carrying dirty dishes back off to the kitchen. Thanks to the purported UFO sightings, it appeared as though the business people of Sloan were doing a brisk trade.

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He turned into the small alley that ran behind the police station and parked. “You wait here,” he told the dog. Killer must have understood because she settled down, rolling up in a tight ball on the passenger’s seat. Smiling, Richard climbed from the SUV and walked around to the front of the police station since he’d left his set of work keys at home on his dresser. The inside of the police station was as crowded as the main street of Sloan. Mrs. Bates, a local busybody, was making her presence felt, her booming voice cutting across the chatter each time she demanded to see Luke. Tony, who was manning the desk, looked ready to bolt and the din in the tiny waiting area was enough to give a man a headache. There wasn’t a spare seat in the house and they were two deep at the reception desk. At least with this many bodies inside the police station, it wasn’t as easy to see the peeling paint on the walls. Richard pushed his way through, trying to avoid Esmerelda Bates. No such luck. The woman didn’t miss much. “Richard Morgan. About time. I want to see someone in charge.” She pushed her bulk through the waiting people and planted her feet firmly on the ground in front of him. “I’m on holiday, Esmerelda. You’ll have to talk to Luke. I’ll tell him you’re waiting.” Richard dodged to the left and escaped before she had time to demand he take care of her personally. Esmerelda had always been a busybody even at school and her mind was as narrow as the alley between the police station and the flower shop next door. It always amazed Richard that she’d caught a man given the sharpness of her tongue and her propensity to gossip. Of course, she’d alienated her son because he’d dared to walk a different path than the one she’d decreed. Yep, escape was definitely the wisest course. Richard strode past the reception desk and out to the back without looking back. He opened the door leading into the office and quickly slammed it shut again, cutting the roar of the crowd. “Bad out there.” Richard shook his head. “There were so many people out at the crop circles, the Sloan Women’s Division have set up a stall. Ted Morrison is selling tickets at his gate.” He sank onto a chair in front of Luke’s desk. “That’s the least of our problems.” Luke rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a sheet of pain tabs. He swallowed them down dry. “Dad, can you take Janaya and Hinekiri to Robbie’s Car Parts? I was going to drop them off, but things didn’t work out. I have to see Mrs. Bates. Tony said she’s refusing to leave.” And his son looked really excited about that, Richard thought. “As long as I can stop in at the company first for ten minutes or so,” Richard said, standing again. Hinekiri sidled up to him, grasped his arm and fluttered her gorgeous eyes at him. She smelled of lemon soap and the outdoors. Richard wished they could spend some time alone to give him a chance to ask her out for dinner. Call him old-fashioned but he didn’t want to ask a woman out in front of his son.

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“Janaya can stay with you, Luke. Richard and I can handle the shopping.” Richard grinned. Good idea. Janaya straightened abruptly, frowning at them both. “No. Absolutely not. I’m coming with you. What if something happens to you? What if the Torgon arrive?” Richard’s good humor fell away, replaced by a frown. Who were the Torgon? Hinekiri was in danger? He opened his mouth to ask but Hinekiri spoke. “All right,” she said in a snippy tone. “I’d like to point out I’ve been managing okay on my own for some time. You sure know how to rain on a girl’s parade!” “Huh?” Janaya said, peering out the small office window. “Rain? It’s not raining.” “Never mind,” Luke said. “Just go. Out the back way. And take this.” He unlocked and retrieved a gun from his bottom drawer. After handing it to Janaya, he stood and circled his desk to open the door that led to the corridor and the rear entrance of the police station. Richard followed Luke and the two women. Why had Luke given them a gun? Were they on witness protection? What the hell was going on? Luke stopped on the steps without warning. “Told ya they’d try and sneak out the back,” a short, skinny man crowed. He shoved a fluffy black microphone in Luke’s face. “Can you comment about the aliens? What do they look like? Is there any truth they have green suction caps all over their faces?” Richard groaned. “For God’s sake. Will you people get a life?” He shoved past, using his superior height to shoulder the reporter out of the way. “Do I know you?” The reporter’s gaze was on Luke. “I don’t think so.” Luke’s reply was brusque. “Dad, I’ll see you back at the house.” Richard nodded and escorted Hinekiri past the waiting reporters. “I do know him!” the reporter shouted. He grabbed the photographer by the shoulder. “Turn the camera on and keep filming until I tell you to stop.” Richard halted, turning around to see the good humor bleaching from his son’s face. Bloody press. Why couldn’t they leave Luke alone? The courts had acquitted him of all charges, but the press continued to do a hatchet job on him. “I have it.” The man clicked his fingers. “You’re Luke Morgan. Married to Victoria, daughter of Sir Robert Paykel.” Anguish flitted across Luke’s face before it blanked. “No comment?” the reporter said in an arch manner. Luke turned his back to speak with Janaya, ignoring the battery of questions and demands the reporter rained on him. Richard led Hinekiri out to where his vehicle was parked and Janaya joined them shortly after. The dog unwound from a ball and jumped over into the back without

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being told. Hinekiri hopped in the front and clicked the seat belt home, her violet eyes sparkling with excitement while Janaya joined the dog in the back. Richard waved at Luke then started his vehicle. He backed out of his parking space and drove past the reporters with a scowl on his face. Parasites. “What exactly are we looking for at Robbie’s Car Parts? Did Luke tell you it’s a junkyard?” “Perfect,” Hinekiri chirped. “What sort of vehicle parts are you searching for? What make of vehicle?” Hinekiri beamed. “A silver one.” Richard glanced across at her, checking to see if she was joking. Nope. Didn’t look like it. He held back a snort. He liked his women on the intelligent side. Perhaps a date wasn’t such a good idea. Richard sighed inwardly, trying to take the sting out of his disappointment. Maybe it was for the best since she seemed a little too independent for his tastes. The thought made him frown. Funny, intelligent and independent usually went together. He glanced across the cab to check her expression to see if she’d been kidding about the silver vehicle. She caught him and sent a saucy wink in his direction. His suspicion deepened. Was she making fun of him? He pulled up outside the offices of Fancy Free Limited. “I’ll be ten minutes.” Richard made it back in twenty, his cheeks warm from the discussion of the latest condom model the company was testing. “Sorry,” he said gruffly, trying not to think about condoms and Hinekiri in the same sentence. “No problem,” Hinekiri chirped, sending him a wink. Ten minutes later, Richard pulled up outside the wreckers. Large numbers of rusted, buckled car bodies were heaped in piles that looked as though they might topple over at any moment. At the far end, car bodies were stacked neatly in compressed squares. A conveyor belt towered above them, ready to move the wrecked cars along to the compressor. At the moment it was idle. “Ready? I’ll introduce you to Robbie. Guess I better hunt him out first. Be back in a minute.” Richard felt her gaze on his back when he walked away. He really did prefer a woman who thought independently. After Felicity he needed… Richard pushed aside the thought as disloyal and concentrated on Hinekiri instead. How could he have been so wrong? Despite the attraction that arced between them, a relationship wouldn’t work since she was just passing through. Richard couldn’t find Robbie. The man wasn’t in the small tin shed office so Richard decided to rejoin the women. He spotted them checking the scrap at closer quarters. “Robbie must have popped out to the bank. Or he might be at the café since he’s sweet on the owner.” The dog started barking, attracting his attention. Killer growled, the hair standing to attention the length of her backbone. Richard gaped in the direction the dog growled. “Hell’s bells!” he muttered. “Get a load of the pansy purple suits those blokes are wearing. They look like they’re going to a fancy dress party.”

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Richard couldn’t help staring. The pansies were weird. They were tall and had long hair, hanging loose to their shoulders. It was a startling white blond. Their skin was pale too, their faces seeming to bleed into their hair, making it appear as though they had no face. The hair on Richard’s arms and legs prickled in warning, but he couldn’t stop looking at them. Their pale white eyes reinforced the nothingness and the sneers on their faces were plain mean. Hinekiri trotted up to him, not appearing to notice the purple suits. She tugged on his sleeve, tugging him in the opposite direction. “Richard, there’s a sheet of metal I found over there. I could do with some help.” “I’m the man for the job.” Richard caught a flash of movement from the corner of his eye. He whirled around to get a better look. A series of harsh clicks sounded from the purple pansies. They fanned out and stalked purposefully toward them, shiny silver weapons extended in front of their chests. They were pointed at Hinekiri. Janaya pulled Luke’s gun from where she’d stashed it under the waistband of her jeans. “I don’t think so,” Janaya said, and she pulled the trigger before they could return fire. The nearest pansy exploded in a mass of purple. An extravaganza of bright color dazzled his eyes and made him blink with disbelief. “Holy shit,” he breathed. Hinekiri grabbed his forearm and dug in her heels, trying to halt his move forward to explore at closer quarters. “Stay back, Richard. Let Janaya handle this.” Richard was about to argue when Janaya kicked one of the remaining pansies in the ribs and calmly fired at the other. A third shot finished the last off and before he could utter a word or try to exert control on the situation, piles of steaming purple goo were all that remained. The young woman had moved so quickly they hadn’t had a chance to return fire. “It’s safe now,” Janaya said after a brief scan of the vicinity. “That seems to be the lot of them.” Richard stared. “How did…? Did you…? Does Luke know about you? Who were they?” Questions. Yeah, he had questions. His gaze speared from Janaya to Hinekiri as he waited for answers. Janaya put her weapon away and turned to Hinekiri. “What else do we need in the way of parts? I want to leave so I can take my captain’s exams. Once we leave, everything will get back to normal.” “Not so fast, missy.” Richard’s mouth was grim as he surveyed the steaming purple puddles. “You haven’t answered my questions yet.” Janaya’s chin jerked upward and a fierce scowl formed. “That—” Hinekiri dug Janaya in the ribs with her elbow. “Shush, I’ll do the talking.” Richard felt his eyebrows rise. His gaze ran over the remains of the purple pansies again. His mind told him he’d been seeing things but his eyes weren’t that bad. Not yet.

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Chapter Three Where to start? Sudden nerves jumped in Hinekiri’s stomach. She had taken a real liking to Luke’s father. He made her go squishy inside—the first male to do that for a long time. Of course there had been that male on Mekenous, but he had turned out to be a bit of a mummy’s boy. If she were going to become involved with a male, she wanted one capable of making his own decisions. Hinekiri wasn’t prepared to shoulder the burden of thinking for both of them. Even though being dependent on a mate might be part of her Dalconian heritage, she wasn’t about to turn her back on everything she’d gained and make concessions at this stage in life and give up control just because she was lonely. “Hinekiri, you going to tell me today?” Oops. Now he was getting testy, but at least he didn’t look frightened. Good. Some of the creatures she’d met during her travels had taken one look at her face and pleaded for mercy or run for their lives. Quite frankly, she didn’t think she looked that bad. Richard obviously liked to look at her. Hinekiri took a deep breath. Maybe there was hope. It would be nice to make love again with a male who bore compatible parts. The mind machines that simulated the sexual process weren’t the same. They left a female feeling empty. “Janaya and I come from the planet Dalcon.” She swallowed the sudden lump of nerves that threatened to choke her, trying desperately to read him. Nothing. He looked just like his son with his cop’s face. Still, he hadn’t run. That was a good start. Hinekiri was cautiously jubilant. “Yes, we’re aliens. We arrived in a spaceship. It’s broken down, which is why we need parts.” Not that he looked like a screamer. Hinekiri would bet her set of charts for the Northern galaxy sector that Richard was a go-getter, a male who liked to be in control. “A spaceship!” Richard exclaimed, finally showing something in his expression other than blank and enigmatic. “Where’s it parked? When can I see it? How fast does it go? How many miles to the gallon?” He paused to inhale. “Did you make those crop circles?” The man sounded accusing this time. Hinekiri smirked with relief. “I’d have to plead the Fifth on that last one.” Alarm colored Janaya’s face. “I don’t think—” “That’s right, missy. Don’t think.” He grinned at Hinekiri. “Kids these days are all the same. Luke and my daughter Lily are always trying to tell me what to do.” “I don’t feel well,” Janaya said suddenly. Concern shot through Hinekiri. She placed the palm of her hand on her niece’s brow. It was cool. Too cool. “Sit in Richard’s vehicle while we grab a few parts. We

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won’t be long.” It was a hormone surge caused by the mating bonds. Janaya would be okay after a few hours’ sleep. The sooner she accepted her fate, the better. Her niece had bonded with Luke. Hinekiri wanted to cheer but this wasn’t the time or place. Luke was ten times better for Janaya than that wimpy bully Santana. Hinekiri opened the door of the SUV for Janaya and settled her in the rear. “Is she okay?” Richard stepped up behind Hinekiri to peer over her shoulder. Hinekiri felt the heat from his body. It burned all the way to her female parts, making her body tingle in a peculiar fashion. Hinekiri knew her inoculations were up to date. That meant no problems with an unwanted mating, so it had to be something else causing her reaction to Richard. She’d puzzle out the problem later. Right now Janaya was more important. “She’s just tired. She’ll be fine.” Richard studied her so closely Hinekiri found herself stepping from foot to foot. “You don’t look like an alien. You’re pulling my leg.” “I assure you, you’d know if I was pulling your leg. You’d feel it. Right here.” Hinekiri placed her hand on his chest and jerked it away just as quickly with a startled intake of breath. Wiping her palm on her jeans, she scanned the sky with a frown, searching for dark cloud formations. There must be a storm coming to cause all the electrical currents surging through her body. But no. Nothing. The sky was a clear blue with a few delicate white clouds. Not a storm cloud in sight. Hinekiri frowned. Very strange. His enquiring expression forced her back to his alien doubts. She’d have to convince him so they could proceed. The parts she required must be found soon otherwise she’d miss her holiday. There wasn’t much wriggle time before she had to commence work on her next exploration contract. “Tell me what an alien looks like.” Did he want her to jump under a magnifying glass? Strip off and show him everything she had? Hinekiri shivered at the thought. She might be older and supposedly wiser, but somehow, she quite liked the idea. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” Hinekiri waggled her eyebrows and let her gaze stroll downward to his manly equipment. “What do you say?” Richard spluttered and turned red in the face. “Ah, no. That’s not necessary.” Hinekiri thought he looked intrigued beneath the bluster, and that weird tingling sprang to life again. She had a strange compulsion to touch his naked skin—his face with the Earth stubble, his chest, his belly, his masculine attributes. A sensual sigh escaped. Oh yes. Especially his cock. “Are you sure? I don’t mind.” “You tell man,” Killer said, from behind them. “Do I scare you?” Hinekiri ignored the dog and walked toward Richard. A flicker of alarm showed in his dark eyes, increasing when she kept coming, closing the distance between them. Her breasts brushed his chest. Her breath puffed across his cheek as she leaned closer and stood on tiptoe. Hinekiri moistened her lips then puckered them. “Boo.” Richard’s eyes widened. They were so close, Hinekiri saw his pupils contract, saw the variations in color in his brown eyes. Their gazes held and Hinekiri found herself 27

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leaning into him. Their lips bumped together. Slightly awkward. Surprising. They both froze. Hinekiri felt her heart knock in her chest. She wondered what Richard would do. Would he reject her daring move? She’d been so lonely, so hungry for male company on her long voyages through uncharted territories. Had she misread the signs? From her observations they were opposites, yet he called to her feminine instincts. Richard made a sound deep in his throat. His arms came around her, jerking her firmly against his chest. Relief flooded Hinekiri. It was going to be all right. Rejection wasn’t imminent. His lips slammed down on hers as if he’d been thinking about kissing and the use of masculine equipment. Their teeth collided in an audible click before they managed to tilt heads enough to get a proper fit. Then it all came together. A perfect match. Lips clung. Nibbled. Tasted. Hinekiri forgot about worrying. About being alone. About never finding a male to share in her life. She just went with the moment and enjoyed the sensation of being close to another being. Hinekiri let her hands creep up behind his neck. She nibbled at his bottom lip and traced the curve of his top lip with her tongue. Richard’s tongue forged between her parted lips and explored the moist interior of her mouth. The surge of lust that bolted the length of her body was exciting and welcome. It made her feel alive. The warmth of his body and his competent enthusiasm hinted at more to come. Shutting her eyes, she pulled away to take a breath, holding the wonderful feelings that sizzled through her next to her heart. “I’m sorry. Am I out of line?” Chagrin swept across Richard’s face and he presented his cheek, standing in front of her like an Imperial Guard snapped to attention. “You can slap me.” “Why would I want to? You rang my bell.” Hinekiri sighed deeply. “Ding-a-lingling.” A glint lightened the worry in Richard’s eyes. “Lady, you do have a great turn of speech. I take it I’m allowed to kiss you again.” “Yes, please.” Hinekiri sidled closer, ready to repeat the kiss now that she’d stocked up on air. “Lady, you’re on a promise. I’m a little old-fashioned. How about we wait until we have some privacy?” Hinekiri nodded. “Good idea.” She was thinking horizontal in her private cell on board the spaceship. Her eyes narrowed when a thought occurred. Maybe Richard would like to help her take the ship on a test run. The ship wasn’t as badly crippled as she’d made out to Janaya. Hinekiri frowned before a smile of pure cunning bloomed. She would ask Richard to go to Africa with her. It would give Janaya and Luke time alone while she could determine Richard’s character. A romantic interlude in Africa. “I guess we’d better find the parts I need.” A vehicle heralded Robbie’s arrival. Twenty minutes later, with an assortment of vehicle parts and electrical components loaded in the back of the vehicle, they pulled up outside Richard’s house.

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Hinekiri turned to peer into the backseat. “Janaya, we’re home.” Her niece opened her eyes but appeared confused. “Come on, let’s get you inside. You need more sleep.” Hinekiri climbed out of the vehicle and opened the rear door to help Janaya out but Richard nudged her gently aside. “You get the door. I’ll carry Janaya. Poor thing. She looks done in.” They settled Janaya in Luke’s room and went back downstairs for a cup of tea. “Do ya have any food?” the dog barked from where she sat beside the fridge. Her hopeful glance flitted across Richard and ended on Hinekiri. Hinekiri stooped to pat the dog on the head before moving over to stand near Richard. He emptied the teapot and set it down on the stainless steel sink surround before glancing at her. “Are you sure she’s okay? Should she see a doctor?” “I’m trained in medicine.” Hinekiri patted Richard on the shoulder. Her hand lingered and she squeezed his biceps. “Besides, a doctor might notice the differences in our genetic makeup. I can’t wait to see you without clothes.” She couldn’t seem to stop herself from being outrageous when it came to Richard. And she could hardly use the same excuse as Janaya—not having the correct inoculations before she landed on Earth. She was fully immunized against every known risk. Hinekiri tipped her head up to study his reaction. He shook his grizzled head, amusement clear to see. “You trying to shock me? You don’t think kissing an alien is bad enough? I have to get naked as well.” “I want to see if you’re young at heart. Adventurous enough to go on a test flight once I’ve done the repairs on the spaceship?” Richard fumbled with the container that housed the teabags before dumping two into the china pot. He turned to Hinekiri, eagerness jumping in his brown eyes. “You’ll give me a ride in the spaceship? Really?” “Yeah. If you’d like to.” Hope unfurled in Hinekiri. It would be fun seeing Africa with him. She dithered about saying the words. Dare she ask? She’d been alone so long, she wondered if she would be able to cope with someone else onboard for weeks at a time. The journey with Janaya had been different. Janaya was family, like the daughter she’d never had. But a male… “When can we go?” “As soon as we’ve drank our tea.” “Great. I’ll make some sandwiches.” They worked together preparing the food. Killer grumbled at the back of her throat the whole time, complaining about how hungry she was and how she’d fade away to nothing. Then they’d be sorry. Hinekiri hesitated, procrastinating, unsure of whether to ask Richard to go to Africa or not. She cut the squares of filled bread Richard handed her in half and placed them on a plate. If she went to Africa alone, she wouldn’t have anyone to share the experience with later on, and regrets—she’d have a few. Nope, she’d do it her way.

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“I’ve decided to go to Africa tonight. I can make the repairs with the parts we purchased today. If you come with me…” Hinekiri met his gaze straight on, her heart pounding with apprehension. “Would you like to spend ten days with me in Africa?” Richard stared, making sure he had things straight before he let the excitement build. Unbelievably, his conservative side had taken a hike and he wasn’t even thinking of aliens, kinky experiments or the like. His standout thought was that he was going to get some. Sex that is. Maybe. If he played his cards right. “Do I want to go to Africa? With you? In the spaceship?” Hinekiri nodded, her usual smile absent for once. “I thought I would leave Janaya here with Luke since she’s not feeling well. Why don’t you think about it? We’ll need to take a test run first, no matter what we decide. I don’t want to get halfway to Africa and find I have to ditch over the water.” “A test run… Just so we’re on the same page—are we friends?” Richard reached over the table to cup her cheek with his hand. “Or would we share living quarters if I decided I’d like to see Africa?” “That’s up to you, sailor. No matter what you decide, it’s okay with me.” The need to smirk took him by surprise. He wasn’t exactly a love ’em and leave ’em kinda guy, not into one-night stands or free love. Normally, he liked to do things slowly, think everything over a bit before he acted. But he sure as hell wanted to jump Hinekiri in the middle of the kitchen right now. Instead, he kissed her. He slid his mouth across hers and took the kiss deep, sliding his tongue into her mouth. The dog barked a couple of times but he ignored the creature. It seemed to bark all the time for no reason. Richard slipped one hand across her collarbone and slid it beneath the cotton material of her light green shirt to stroke the soft skin beneath. His fingers trembled and nerves attacked suddenly without warning. Sex reared its ugly head. Dammit, she was an alien. What if their parts didn’t fit? What if she had extra parts? His fingers burned where they connected with her skin. Okay, now his conservatism stood up and protested. Right when things were getting interesting. “Having second thoughts?” Hinekiri murmured. “Luke is involved with your niece.” Richard couldn’t help passing his fingers across the soft skin beneath her shirt again. She smelled of his soap. It was weird. Arousing. An alien had slept in his bed, used his shower. Hinekiri was an alien. “Luke and Janaya are destined mates. You’ve seen the way they look at each other.” “Yeah.” Richard cleared his throat. Luke and Janaya looked at each other in an intense way that made him feel like a voyeur. That made him uncomfortable. Envious. Yeah, envy. He felt that all right. Richard thought about Hinekiri and aliens and Africa for a fraction longer before he decided. “I would love to go to Africa. I’d better go and pack a few things. Will I need my passport?”

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Hinekiri wrinkled her brow. “I don’t intend to pass any ports, but if it’s important to you, bring it along. We’ll write a note for Janaya and Luke rather than waking Janaya or ringing Luke. If you don’t mind, I’m going to stretch the truth and tell them it was a spur-of-the-moment thing rather than letting them know we planned to go to Africa all along. Otherwise Janaya will want to come along.” “Yeah, okay.” Richard paused and made a derisive sound. “I don’t suppose the normal documents are necessary when you’re traveling via spaceship.”

***** “I can’t believe this. It’s like a dream,” Richard muttered. His face bore the expression of an excited undergrown. “What if I’m luring you into my lair to conduct experiments?” Hinekiri asked, wondering how much she could tease before his face turned pale. It probably wasn’t a nice thing to do but she was having so much fun. “Which way?” he asked. “Follow the road past the wheat fields and keep driving up toward the hills.” Richard was silent for a time while he negotiated the heavy traffic on the road leading out toward Ted Morrison’s farm. “If the experimentation involves kissing,” he said finally, “that’s okay with me. But I’d like to point out that you’re one itty-bitty lady. I’m much bigger and could restrain you without much trouble.” “Ohh,” Hinekiri cooed, fluttered her lashes. “That sounds like lots of fun. I presume you have your own handcuffs. It’s BYO.” Her brows rose in a silent question and she took great delight in the color that pooled in his cheeks when she suggested he bring his own cuffs. “Yes, I have a set of handcuffs.” Richard’s voice was gruff. “But I left them at home.” He glanced across at her, his eyes full of arousal and a hint of humor. “You should have mentioned it earlier. I might have to improvise.” “Don’t talk sex!” Killer barked from the backseat. “Hurt ears. Not good for lady dog.” “Humph, you’re not lady,” Hinekiri retorted. “I saw you cozying up to Richard before to get your ears scratched.” Richard drove right through a pothole in the road. Hinekiri bounced, jerking against the seat harness. Richard cursed and slowed to dodge another. With the vehicle under control and the road free of further obstacles, he glanced across at her, quirking his brows in a quizzical manner. “Do you have an invisible crew member in the vehicle? Is that how you intend to overpower me? You keep talking and barking to yourself.” “No, I intend to use my feminine wiles to subdue you,” Hinekiri replied, sending a glare at the smirking dog. Killer loved to cause trouble. The talking dog lived to annoy. Killer yipped in the backseat, her version of a canine laugh. “One to dog,” she said. “This isn’t a competition,” Hinekiri snapped. 31

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“Isn’t it?” Richard demanded. “There is always competition between male and female. If it’s done right, it’s very healthy.” Hinekiri’s grumpiness with Killer smoothed away. He was right. She was competing for his attention. He wasn’t wrong there. The man intrigued her and she wanted to learn more. “Did you have a good marriage?” “Yes. Yes, it was good. Most of the time. We were alike. Settled. I loved Felicity.” Something in the way he said the word settled spiked her curiosity. Was settled good or bad? Richard drove past Ted Morrison’s wheat fields and around a corner. Gradually the road grew steeper and the paddocks and crops gave way to native forest and hills. He pulled up in the clearing where Luke had parked his vehicle the previous night. A dirt track wound up the hill. “How far do we need to walk?” “About ten of your Earth minutes,” Hinekiri said. “What do you mean by settled? If I’m being nosy tell me.” She hoped he wouldn’t do that. “Felicity was a homebody. A nester. There’s nothing wrong with that, but I always wondered if we should have traveled a little. Seen some of the world before we had the kids.” “Woof,” Killer said. “I think she wants out,” Richard said. “We can talk later. I have to admit the suspense is killing me. I’m dying to get a close look at your ship.” He climbed out and opened a rear door for Killer. The dog bounded out and trotted over to a bush to sniff. Seconds later, she posted a message on the low, scrubby leaves, balancing precariously on three legs. “Ouch,” she complained, hopping for three or four steps. “Prickles.” Hinekiri chuckled and climbed out of the SUV. The view was incredible from up here on the side of the hill. Over to her right, the hillside was clad with Earth trees peculiar to this outpost. She’d looked them up in her knowledge bank. The lacy green leaves that looked like big ferns were punga. The tree with the tiny leaves was called a manuka or sometimes a tea tree since they used to make tea from the foliage. The rich scent of foliage, leaf litter and volcanic soil floated across her senses. They collected some of the parts from the rear of the vehicle before starting off. The rest were left for a second trip. “This country is attractive to view.” Hinekiri winked. “Of course, the males aren’t too bad either.” Killer yapped and Hinekiri nailed her with a glare. “Enough from you.” Hinekiri glanced up to catch Richard’s quizzical frown. “We should maintain silence in case there are any Torgon lurking in the area.” Good excuse! Satisfaction fuelled a grin.

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The track narrowed and Richard indicated Hinekiri should go first. Made sense since she knew where the ship was parked but she was missing a supreme opportunity to view the man’s buttocks. “Man look at your backside,” Killer barked. “Look hard. Make holes soon.” “Shush, Killer.” But it was too late. The vision was firmly entrenched in her mind. Hinekiri felt hot all over. Her low-slung jeans clung to her hips, rubbing against her flesh with each step. Her cotton shirt was just as bad, making her skin tingle with each brush of fabric. And her Earth underthings. Hinekiri liked to blend in when she traveled but for once, her silky robes would be handy. No underwear. Very handy. She cast a quick look over her shoulder, intercepting Richard’s hot gaze. Ooh, Killer was right. Richard was looking and appreciating. Hinekiri misstepped and stumbled over an exposed tree root. She flew forward, off balance because of the collection of metal parts she carried, but Richard grabbed her around the waist, lifting her upright with ease. A metal rod fell from her grasp and hit the ground. “Thanks,” Hinekiri said, a trifle breathless. She fluttered her eyelashes. “My hero.” Richard flushed but didn’t let her go. Instead, he placed the parts he carried on the bare earth at his feet then leaned forward and took an unhurried kiss without seeking permission. Hinekiri melted inside at his forceful manner. A man who took action at the correct moment. Decisive. Hinekiri adored men who were confident. Masculine. The future boded well. Hinekiri sighed into his mouth. Their breaths mingled as they rubbed lips. The tips of their tongues touched. Explored. Hinekiri attempted to push the kiss deeper but Richard seemed content to tease and stroke and generally drive her toward madness. Too many clothes. Definitely too many clothes, and the armful of parts weren’t helping when all she wanted to do was rub against his chest. A piercing bark sounded right beside them. “Thought you fix ship,” Killed whined in disgust. “You busy swapping spit.” Hinekiri pulled away, but it was with acute regret. The dog had a point. “Can we pick up from here later tonight?” Please don’t disappoint me and say no. Hinekiri’s eyes narrowed when he didn’t answer immediately. “Have you got one of those silver weapons?” he asked, his gaze on a spot behind her. “Purple people eater,” Killer yapped. “Take cover.” Hinekiri whirled around. “I don’t have a weapon. Killer, get in behind.” For once, the wee dog followed instructions. She slinked into the ferns growing on the bank and disappeared from sight. The leaves rustled. Hinekiri hoped the Torgon didn’t notice until Killer was in position. They were crafty blighters and this most recent bunch seemed very determined.

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Hinekiri dropped the parts she still carried and stooped to pick up the metal rod. A weapon. She tested the weight in her hands. Light enough but sharp. Perfect. Keeping her gaze on the Torgon, she waited until Killer signaled she was in position. “How do we handle this?” Richard murmured. “Do we need a gun?” “The metal rod should do the trick. Torgon are a different composition to us. If you pierce their skin hard enough, they either pop or disintegrate into a purple pile and then disappear. Killer’s teeth might do the trick if she grabs hold in just the right way.” “Handy to know.” Richard scowled, looking none too happy with the situation. “What about them? Can they hurt us?” “Oh yes,” Hinekiri warbled, trying not to think too hard about the damage they could inflict. She’d hate to see Richard hurt because of her. “They can kill us.” “Great.” A bark sounded. The little dog bounded from her hiding place, directly behind the Torgon. Killer distracted the purple alien by grabbing it on the calf, hanging on tenaciously when the creature tried to kick. “Now.” Hinekiri threw the metal rod like a spear. It flew true and pierced the Torgon mid chest. “Yes, strike one!” Leaping up and down, she punched her fist in the air, celebrating the hit with exuberance. The alien crumpled but didn’t explode. It gurgled, one click audible in three. “Damn.” Jubilation died. Just as well Janaya wasn’t here to witness her failure. Hinekiri wasn’t ready to be bundled home like a naughty undergrown. “I bite again,” Killer barked. “Be careful.” Hinekiri had taken a liking to the small creature. Killer had attitude enough for three, and if anything happened to her, she’d never forgive herself. “I’ll be fine. Stand back,” Richard ordered, pushing her gently behind his larger frame. Hinekiri wasn’t particularly fond of orders, which was why she was being so firm with Janaya. But it wasn’t entirely Richard’s fault. She’d have to watch herself when it came to talking to the dog in front of Richard. He seemed to be doing okay with aliens but a talking dog might be one push too many. “Let Killer do it.” Richard muttered under his breath. “Stay out of range.” “How pop?” Killer yipped after a futile snap at the Torgon’s chest. “Jump up and down on its belly,” Hinekiri shouted. “Bite at the same time.” Killer leapt on the downed Torgon immediately. Her fierce growl raised the hackles at the back of the Hinekiri’s neck. She wouldn’t like to be on the wrong side of that dog. Killer bounced again, digging in her claws before seizing the Torgon’s chest with her teeth. The alien let out a series of distressed clicks. Killer bounced a third time and the Torgon exploded in a huge geyser of sparkling purple spray that shrouded everything in sight. They both stepped back and held their hands up to shield their eyes. When the air cleared, all that was left was a large pile of purple goo.

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“Where’s the dog?” Richard demanded. Hinekiri stared, her heart thundering with alarm. She ran toward the steaming purple pile with Richard right behind her. Killer wasn’t there, just the pile of Torgon remains. “Oh goddess! I’ll never forgive myself,” she murmured, tears of grief forming at the back of her eyes. The creature had burrowed into her heart so quickly and now she’d died saving them from the Torgon.

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Chapter Four Richard wrapped his arm around Hinekiri’s waist and tugged her against his side. Hinekiri sounded as though she were going to start crying and damned if he didn’t have a lump in his throat himself. The dog had borne a peculiar charm that was endearing. How the hell was he going to explain this to Luke? And Janaya? Hinekiri started to shake and he drew her against his chest, patting her back in an awkward fashion. He’d never been too good in the comforting department. Hopefully, he scored points for the attempt even if it was a bit lacking. “I’m sorry about Killer, Hinekiri.” His chest ached with sorrow and he had to blink rapidly to hold back his own tears. “I liked the creature,” she murmured. “Full of attitude and a smart mouth. She was very brave. I don’t understand why the Torgon exploded that way. I’ve never seen that happen before.” Huh? Richard frowned at her. “A smart mouth?” “Ah, yeah.” Hinekiri sniffed loudly, picked up the metal parts she’d dropped when the Torgon had arrived and headed up the track. She didn’t spare another look for the remains of the Torgon and Killer. Richard shook his head wondering at her state of mind but picked up the rest of the parts and followed. They navigated a steep incline before the hilltop leveled out. An old, dilapidated barn stood drunkenly on the far edge of the clearing. He glanced around and couldn’t see anything remotely resembling a spaceship. “Where’s your ship?” The crystal image of a Sloan youngster joyriding through the skies in a UFO popped into his mind and brought an intense shudder of horror. His gaze snapped to Hinekiri. “Please tell me it hasn’t been stolen.” Hinekiri dumped the parts on the ground and pulled a small square device from her pocket. She clicked on a black button. The air in front of Richard shimmered and gradually coalesced into a shiny silver disc. “Wow, it’s there.” “Of course it’s there,” Hinekiri said. “Why wouldn’t it be?” She pushed another button and a set of stairs dropped down from the underbelly of the disc. Without waiting for him, she climbed the stairs, her posture dejected and sad. It was obvious Hinekiri was even more upset about Killer than she’d let on. He sighed as he dropped his scrap parts on the ground at the base of the stairs. Hinekiri disappeared inside the ship and reappeared minutes later at the top of the stairs. She sniffed and scrubbed a scrap of white material across her eyes.

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“I…we need to collect the rest of the spare parts from the SUV before I can start repairs.” “I have a shovel in the back. Always cart around tools in case I have to help dig vehicles out over the winter. We can bury Killer and make a monument for her of stones. The wee dog deserves that much. She saved our lives.” Hinekiri descended the stairs and stopped at the bottom. She sniffed again and dabbed at a lone tear that escaped and ran down her cheek. “You’re a good man, Richard Morgan. I think Killer would like having a special monument in her honor.” She pressed a button on her small control pad and the spaceship vanished in front of his eyes. “Let’s do it.” They made their way back down the track, the scuff of their boots and the noisy squabbling of a flock of tuis chasing each other through the treetops the only sounds to break the silence. The purple lump that was once Killer and the Torgon sat right where they’d left it, not disappearing like the other Torgon remains at Robbie’s Car Parts. When he heard a sob from behind him, he turned and drew Hinekiri into his arms. Her shoulders shook as she burrowed into his chest. Richard let her cry, holding her tight and trying to subdue the knot of sorrow in his throat. Damned if he didn’t feel like crying himself. Finally, Hinekiri drew back, her face red and shiny with tears. “We’d better collect the last of the parts and get back to the ship before more Torgon arrive.” Richard nodded and led the way down the track, instinctively knowing she’d want to gather herself without him watching. When they arrived back at the SUV, they quickly unloaded the parts and headed straight back to the ship. Richard dropped the assortment of car parts with the others before turning to Hinekiri. “Do you want to do the repairs first or take care of Killer?” He scowled without warning. “Blast, I forgot to grab my bag.” Hinekiri set her box of parts down and wiped her hands on the seat of her jeans. “We can collect it later. Let’s take care of Killer,” she said, her voice breaking halfway through saying the little dog’s name. Nodding, Richard picked up the shovel, claimed her hand in his free one and they walked back to the spot of the attack. “Where do you want me to dig?” Richard asked. “You choose,” Hinekiri said, wiping away a falling tear. “Damn, it was only a little dog. I shouldn’t be crying this much.” “She had a big heart,” Richard said. “Of course you should miss her.” Richard glanced over Hinekiri’s shoulder at the pile of purple goo. He blinked and watched with quiet concentration. Yep, he hadn’t been seeing things. The bloody thing had moved. “Hinekiri, look.” He placed warm hands on her shoulders, turned her to face the right direction. “The purple stuff is moving.”

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“Killer?” Hinekiri whispered, hope sounding in her voice. “She’s alive?” Richard frowned at the moving goo. “Do you think it’s really her? It doesn’t look big enough. Maybe the alien’s heart is still working.” Hinekiri snorted. “Trust me, Torgons don’t have hearts. They’re mercenaries seeking profit. Not a smidgeon of compassion in them. It has to be Killer.” “How do we get her out?” Richard bent to touch the moving purple ooze, but Hinekiri stilled him with a warning hand on the shoulder. “The stuff is toxic when it comes in contact with body covering. It is for me so I’d say you’d be the same.” “You mean skin? But what about fur?” “I don’t know. Usually the stuff reacts with the atmosphere and vanishes. I don’t know whether we should wait or not.” Worry creased her brow. “It should have disappeared already.” Richard glanced at the purple stuff. It wobbled like a jelly at a kid’s birthday party. The metal rod Hinekiri had thrown at the purple pansy still protruded from the goo. Grasping the end, he tugged and found it warm to the touch. Not unbearable, unless it became hotter. Strange. “This stuff doesn’t smell too good. Sorta a mix of old socks, smelly toilets and two-day-old fish. Actually—it’s worse than that. Hard to put a description to the stench.” “Yeah, I’ve smelled better. Make sure you don’t get it on your…” She hesitated as though she were searching for the right word. Her mouth puckered up and her brows scrunched together. It was fascinating watching, especially when her brow smoothed out magically. “Forearms,” she finished in triumph. “Right.” Richard rolled his sleeves back down before he pulled on the metal rod. The goo made a squelching sound but didn’t let go of the rod. He lifted the rod and the goo followed until it resembled a pointy purple cone or witch’s hat. “Look,” he said, a trace of excitement shading his voice. “I can see Killer’s nose.” “Where?” Hinekiri moved closer and put her hand on his shoulder before peering past to study the goo. “Are you sure?” “Yeah.” Relief filled him. All they had to do was remove the dog before the goo damaged it too much. “See the small, pointy bit poking out?” “Oh yes.” Hinekiri clung to his arm, bouncing up in down with excitement. “Grab a stick. Maybe if we both try to pierce the stuff.” “What if she can’t breathe?” A subdued woof sounded. “I think she’s okay,” Hinekiri said. “Hold tight, Killer. We’re going to get you out.” A panicked growl came from inside the goo. A few minutes later, Richard managed to force a small hole in the purple stuff. “Woof.”

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A black nose poked out. It twitched and the hole grew. Teeth appeared next. “Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof!” Hinekiri laughed but Richard couldn’t see the humor. A splotch of goo had hit his forearm because he hadn’t taken the time to button up the cuffs on his sleeves. The bloody stuff stung like the devil. After Hinekiri’s warning about toxicity, he hoped his arm didn’t drop off. Although after aliens, purple pansies and shootouts, nothing much would surprise him today. “Woof. Woof.” Hinekiri used her stick to tear another huge piece of goo away from Killer’s body. The second it dropped discarded to the ground, the goo hissed and vanished from sight. The goo came off slowly, bit by bit. Killer barked and growled the whole time. Finally, she yanked away from the last remaining piece of goo and barked again. She stretched, her front legs extending and her butt and tail rising in the air as if her muscles had been cramped. Killer repeated the move, stretching her rear legs before sitting on her haunches. Her fur looked damp and she wasn’t quite the same as before. “She’s purple,” Richard said. “Woof.” Killer sounded highly indignant, bringing a twitch of a smile to Richard’s lips. The dog looked as though she’d washed in one of the purple hair rinses some of the elderly women in Sloan favored. “Woof.” “Is she okay?” Richard asked. “She’s doing a lot of grumbling. That’s a good sign.” Killer’s head swiveled and she seemed to study her coat. She barked several times, sounding very piqued. “Shush, Killer. Later.” Hinekiri grasped his arm. “We’d better get to the ship before we run into more trouble.” Richard was all for that. His arm was bloody sore. “Do you have a first-aid kit on board?” “Why?” Hinekiri’s voice was sharp. “I have purple stuff on my arm. A bit flicked up.” “You should have said. Let’s go. Move it,” Hinekiri ordered with a trace of urgency. She seized the metal rod and set a blistering pace powering away up the narrow track toward the crest of the hill with Killer following. Richard picked up the shovel and trailed Hinekiri and the decidedly purple dog. At the top of the hill, Hinekiri paused. Richard tried to focus on her rounded butt. Her form flickered and he shook his head to clear his vision but it didn’t work. Richard could barely see because his eyes had become so blurry. After transferring the shovel from hand to hand, he swiped the back of his hand over his eyes but it didn’t make a blind bit of difference. The spaceship shimmered in front of him. He shut his eyes then opened them but they continued to water. In fact, he felt damned woozy. The set of stairs came down with a metallic whine.

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Hinekiri cast him a worried glance. Richard intercepted it and tried to walk straight. His legs were wobbly and the weight of the shovel he carried made him feel off balance. “Go up the stairs,” Hinekiri said, standing aside to let him pass. “Leave the shovel down here.” The dog trotted up the stairs without hesitation. After dropping the shovel, Richard tried to follow. All he wanted was to sit before he fell down. By sheer force of will, Richard forced his legs to maneuver up the stairs, dragging his uncooperative body up the narrow stairs one tortured step at the time. Panting, he made it through the door before collapsing on the floor of the spaceship interior. “Richard!” He heard the trace of panic in Hinekiri’s voice when he hit the ground. His hearing seemed to waver in and out while his eyesight wasn’t much better. A crashing sound roared through his head, drowning out his every thought. He felt as though he walked in a long, white tunnel with no start and no beginning. There was nothing… “Me purple,” Killer yapped in distress. “I don’t care if you’re pink with black polka dots,” Hinekiri snapped, stooping to check Richard’s forearm. It was swollen and angry already. By the goddess, he was so big. How was she going to get him to her cubicle for treatment? “I like black spots. Hip. Stylish.” “I’ll get a blanket, roll him on it and drag him,” Hinekiri muttered. There was no time to get help from Janaya. Not when she could treat him here with the medidiagnostic machine. She placed her hand on his forehead to check his heat levels. He felt normal for a human. Generally their core temperature was a bit less than a Dalconian. “Blanket. It’s the only way.” “What wrong with black spots?” Hinekiri ignored the dog’s rambling and hurried off to get a blanket. She had one of those gold thermal ones in the guest cubicle. The dog padded backward and forward in front of the reflective silver control panel peering at her likeness. Hinekiri sidestepped to avoid the creature when she rushed back into main control. She spread the golden blanket on the floor and rolled Richard over. Yanking with all her might, she mumbled a low plea to the goddess that this would work. The golden blanket slid along the matte silver floor of the spaceship with ease. A relieved sigh squeezed from her tight throat. She would manage this. Fifteen Earth minutes later, she maneuvered Richard’s large frame into her guest cubicle. The dog followed her, complaining the entire way. “Fix me. I white dog, not purple dog. Purple ugly. Janaya think me purple people eater. Shoot. Bang. Zap. Killer dead.” She glared at Hinekiri, shaking her head so vigorously her ears flapped. “Then you be sorry.” “Out!” Hinekiri ordered with unusual steel evident in her voice.

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“Fix me now,” Killer demanded. “I’ll help you after Richard. You seem okay apart from being purple, but he’ll die if he doesn’t get treatment.” A tight lump of emotion in her throat prevented further speech. “Out.” “You promise?” “Yes!” Hinekiri pushed the button to make the suction door slide across. Once it was closed, she pressed the gravity control while holding on to Richard with one hand. It wouldn’t do for him to thump his head and do further damage. After securing him with bonds—she attached one to each arm and leg to hold him suspended in the air— Hinekiri inspected his arm where the Torgon acid had infected him. A round red spot the size of a cup was shining on his arm. She’d have to immerse him in Dalconian healing liquid. It was all she had to treat him with. For an instant, she wondered if it would hurt him but there were no alternatives. Gritting her jaw she started, deftly removing his boots, easing the gravity control bonds off one at the time while she floated at his side, stripping the cloth from his body. Bother. It looked as though the Torgon goo had splattered on his clothes as well. She might as well cut the shirt and trousers off since he wouldn’t be able to wear them again.

***** Where the hell was he? Richard tried to move but felt as weak as a kitten. His eyes fluttered open and he instantly wished he’d kept them closed. Panic seared his gut. His limbs jerked but he was shackled, suspended in midair with not a stitch of clothing covering his body. And to top it off, he had a hard-on that was intensely painful. The one thing that came to mind was Hinekiri had lied. The bloody alien was conducting some sort of test on him. Every bone in his body ached and muscles throbbed as though they’d been overused. Vigorously used. A soft swish indicated he was no longer alone. Hinekiri walked into his line of vision, petite and regal in a close-fitting, rainbow-colored robe that clung to her curves and swished to reveal a shapely thigh when she walked slowly around him. His cock pulsated and it wasn’t a particularly nice sensation. The panic inside increased. “What have you done to me?” Instead of a forceful demand, the words emerged in a whispered croak. “Richard,” she said. It was delight he heard in her voice but Richard wasn’t sure he trusted his assumptions, not when he was trussed up naked like a chicken ready to barbeque. It could be that she was glad he was awake so she could continue with whatever the hell she’d been doing to him. His cock chose that moment to jerk. Richard’s scowl darkened as he fought for control. One mighty fine clue to help solve the puzzle as to her activities. That and the fact she was naked beneath that rainbow gown. Her nipples were poking out, signaling go just like a bloody traffic light when it turned green.

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Richard suppressed a snort and tested the shackle on his left hand, moving stealthily so the bonds holding him didn’t creak. He wasn’t sure what they were made of but it wasn’t of any material he was familiar with. “Are you feeling all right?” She placed a cool hand on his forehead. “No wooziness? You don’t feel as hot as you were before.” “Before?” Richard thought back trying to remember what had happened. They’d found parts and driven out here. Then…then… “There was a purple pansy.” But that didn’t explain why he was in the room and trussed up tighter than a Sunday roast leg of lamb. “Nice pole, sailor.” “Where are my clothes?” The humor in Hinekiri’s face faded. “You collapsed after the Torgon toxin splattered onto your arm. You had an allergic reaction. I had to take your clothes off to cover your body with Dalconian healing liquid.” “Hmmm.” Richard cast a doubtful look toward his groin region. And how exactly had this raging erection occurred? His eyes closed to slits, concentrating his glare on her face. “What else did you do?” Hinekiri made a tsk-tsking sound at the back of her throat. “Are you thinking bad thoughts, Richard Morgan? Do you think I had something to do with that?” She waved a languid hand toward his unruly body part. “What the hell else am I meant to think, woman?” “I would never force myself on a man,” Hinekiri said with quiet dignity. Just when Richard was beginning to believe her, she punctured his faith with an impish smile. “I have to admit I’ve imagined it a time or two. Having a man helpless and at my command. I’d dress myself in tight red leather with lots of strategic slits.” She waggled her brows up and down and stared into the distance as if she were pondering the scenario. “And a whip. I’d definitely have a whip. Maybe a feather tickler as well. A red one to match my leather outfit.” “Let. Me. Go.” A vein throbbed at Richard’s temple. The damn thing beat a noticeable tattoo. No doubt Hinekiri was having fun at his expense. The vein twitched again. He was getting on in years so he hoped the bloody thing wouldn’t pick this moment to burst. He’d like to retain some dignity. The smile dropped off Hinekiri’s face, replaced by a grim scowl and a taut jaw that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a pugilist. She glided to the door. Panic roared through Richard even as he admired the sway of her backside. “Where are you going? You can’t leave me bound like this.” He glared at his erection and swallowed. As he watched, a bead of pre-cum formed at the tip. What the hell? Heat suffused his face. He fought the cuffs encircling his hands and feet, uncaring that Hinekiri could see how uncomfortable he was with this weird situation. She’d already seen him at his worst. His gut wasn’t as flat as a younger man’s and his face bore the

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wrinkles of experience. Any man would feel like this, waking up bound with a hard-on of the like he’d never felt before. Even a young man in his prime. Hinekiri opened the door, but instead of leaving, she whistled. “Killer! Here, Killer.” Richard heard a dull bark. The dog, who was still very purple, galloped into the room at top speed. Momentum took her halfway across the room then she suddenly rose into the air. The expression on the dog’s face was one of astonishment and Richard chuckled despite himself. “Woof. Woof.” Killer’s legs scrambled as if she were trying to run. The move shot her upward. Her head struck the ceiling with a dull thud. “Woof.” It was a cry of pain and fright. “Don’t panic, Killer. I’ll get you down. Keep calm.” Hinekiri seemed to bend her knees—Richard wasn’t one hundred percent sure since her gown covered most of her legs from this angle—and she floated up toward the ceiling of the room. Her ascent was more controlled than the dog’s. Before she hit the ceiling, she waved her arms and hovered. Reaching out, she scooped up the little purple dog and calmly descended again. She glided over to the door and let Killer out then moved back to him. Understanding dawned in Richard. He was bound for his own safety. But that didn’t explain the painful erection. “What is this room?” “A guest cubicle. All our private cubicles are gravity enhanced.” “Why?” “Our scientists have found it is easier on the body and it decreases the aging process if gravity is adjusted upward when the body is at rest. How’s the arm?” Hinekiri trailed a hand across his bare chest. His skin jumped beneath her stroking fingers. Every bit of blood not already in his groin region zapped south. “The arm is fine. Other parts of me are not.” Hinekiri licked her lips leaving them moist and shiny. “So I see, sailor.” Her fingernails scraped over his pectoral muscles, alternatively stroking and scratching until he shuddered. “Enough.” Richard’s eyes remained fixed on her body. In truth, he didn’t really want her to stop, but Richard was getting to the stage where embarrassment was becoming a deciding factor. He gritted his teeth, struggling to maintain his dignity. “I haven’t used Dalconian healing liquid on a human before. The balm has drawn out the poison from your system, but this…” She smirked when she studied his groin. “Seems to be a side effect of the healing process.” “Will it go down?” He’d never used pills to get it up before but imagined this was how the drug must feel. “I don’t know.” Hinekiri pursed her lips, attracting his attention. The need to taste her lips again was a fever in his blood. The twinkle in her violet eyes told him she knew of his desperate need to touch. “I managed to complete the repairs while you were

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healing. I’ve put the ship on autopilot after doing a couple of test circuits around Sloan. We have a few hours…” she trailed off, one brow arching in a silent question. “Touch me,” Richard said, his voice hoarse with need. “Are you sure? I don’t want to take advantage.” Richard snorted. “I’m in pain here. Be gentle with me.” “I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” Hinekiri smiled. “I have plans. A holiday together. Ten days exploring Africa, watching the sunset, tasting the local food and spending our nights together. Lots of loving. A romantic interlude. How does that sound? Do you still want to go to Africa with me?” “Yes to everything,” Richard said, his heart pounded against his ribs. And it wasn’t thoughts of watching a beautiful sunset that did it. “Good. I’ll leave you bound for the moment because it takes time for the body to adjust to the gravity, but I promise not to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. How about a safe word?” “A safe word?” “Hmmm.” Hinekiri’s hand swept down his chest and across his belly. Richard sucked in his gut, holding his breath as he wondered what she was going to do with that hand. “Maybe the knowledge bank is out of date. What I mean is we’ll agree on a word that you can use if you want me to stop doing whatever I happen to be doing to you.” “How about stop? That sounds like a great word,” Richard said dryly. “Agreed. Your body is well-preserved.” Her hand lingered, the pressure of her fingers light and very distracting. “Thanks. I think.” Richard wondered what Hinekiri would come out with next. She was so different from Felicity—confident with not a shred of hesitation or self-doubt. Ten days… “When are you going to show me yours?” Damn, where had that come from? He glanced at Hinekiri to gauge her reaction and only let his breath ease out when he saw her broad grin. When it came to sex, he guessed he was a little behind the times. He’d bet Hinekiri could teach him a thing or two. A bark of laughter erupted. An old dog learning new tricks. Hell, he might even enjoy learning something new. Hinekiri’s hand continued to sweep down his body. Richard’s breath caught. He shuddered. And then she wrapped her warm hand around his cock. Richard froze as desire kicked him squarely in the gut. She massaged his erection. Firmly. A heavy, pulsating sensation pumped through his body. Richard’s eyes drifted shut to concentrate on every move of her hand. He smelled her perfume—heady with the same citrus scent as his soap. The soft rustle of her gown sounded in time with the beat of his heart. Her hand released his erection. “Please.” His eyes flew open. “Don’t stop.” “I have no intention of stopping, sailor. Lie back and enjoy.” She gave him a bright, toothy smile then leaned over his floating body.

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Richard felt her warm breath on his balls seconds before she took him into her moist mouth. Her tongue lapped delicately across the extended tip of his cock. Richard held his breath, unable to believe she would love him this way. It was intimate. Personal. His breath eased out with a hiss. Damnation, her mouth was soft. Wet. Teasing. It felt damned good the way she licked across the broad head of his cock. Hinekiri used suction, drawing lightly on his shaft. The shockwaves ignited a fire inside, the sensual pleasure from her mouth better than anything he’d experienced for a long, long time. His body quivered and he couldn’t prevent thrusting his hips upward and digging deeper into her moist mouth. He made a dark sound low in his throat and she glanced up to meet his gaze. Her eyes flashed full of devilment, fuelling his carnal fantasies—hell, taking them to new heights. “Oh man.” Words failed him so Richard went with touching, trying to communicate silently. He threaded his fingers through Hinekiri’s hair, tearing the blonde locks from her normally immaculate style. “Hinekiri,” he whispered when the cuffs binding him in place rustled and creaked. His balls drew tighter beneath her ministrations. The wet rasp of her tongue brought another groan, husky and heartfelt. He wondered if his heart would pound right out of his body due to the attentions of her talented mouth. She seemed to know exactly what to do and when, what he needed. Each quick flick of her tongue, each draw of her mouth on his flesh stoked the fire roaring through his throbbing body. Another thrust. His hands tightened in her hair, but she never stopped licking and sucking, laving his swollen, sensitive flesh with her hot mouth. Richard’s hips pistoned as release crawled to the surface, shimmering in his balls, gathering momentum. Hinekiri took him deep, her cheeks hollowing when she worked him. Strands of her hair rubbed against his scrotum, the delicate brush of her fragrant-smelling locks, combined with the heat of her mouth, pushing him into an explosive release. He gasped, his entire body jerking and his restraints clacking with the force of his ejaculation. Gradually, his body relaxed, his hold on her hair gentling. Hinekiri pulled away and licked her lips with a hot, saucy grin. “Sailor, you do that so well.” “Let me see you. Touch you,” Richard said. “Take off your gown for me.” “I’m not young and beautiful like Janaya.” Hinekiri tossed her head, her hair falling in a golden stream down her shoulders. “I’ve never been beautiful. Interesting perhaps,” she mused, her lips curling into a self-depreciating smile. “My father always used to tell me beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” Richard said. “To me, you’re attractive.” He held out his hand in a silent demand for her to move closer so he could touch her body. “You’re everything I could want in a woman. You have beautiful eyes—kind eyes. Your smile makes me want to smile and your hair.” Richard eyed the curtain of blonde hair that reached halfway down her back now he’d tugged it loose. “What man doesn’t want to trail his hands through hair like yours? It’s a male fantasy to have a woman’s hair pooling over his body as he loves her.” He

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traced her lips with his thumb. “You make me laugh. Hinekiri, I don’t want to be with anyone else. Besides, I’m no oil painting.” “I want you,” Hinekiri said. The humor bled from her face until it was expressionless. He wondered what she was thinking. She’d changed the moment he’d said he found her attractive. “Then we’re agreed. Wanting each other is enough. Nothing else matters.” Hinekiri stilled before she nodded. “The healing balm you put on me is better than any of our Earth sex drugs. I want you again. I need you, Hinekiri.” The sudden smile on her face was blinding. Richard stared in wonder as her gown dropped to the floor with a few muttered words from Hinekiri. More alien magic but not very practicable. Anyone could say the words required to disrobe her. His eyes took in her naked body. His gaze shifted up and down her body. She appeared a little bit different from Felicity. “The gown works on voice recognition,” Hinekiri said when she stepped from the circle of rainbow fabric. It floated up toward the ceiling. “Why are you staring?” She chewed on her bottom lip, her eyes wide and apprehensive. Her mouth pulled to a tight line of disappointment. “Have you changed your mind?” “Free me, Hinekiri.” His voice was urgent. Panicked. “It’s all right. I understand.” Hinekiri gathered her dignity like a warm blanket and undid the cuffs on his feet first before moving to release his hands. She kept a firm grip on his upper arm to stop him from shooting up toward the ceiling. Quiet pride kept her shoulders straight and the tears at bay. Rejected. Talk about feeling used. She had to get out of here before she lost control. Hinekiri never lost control—it was a point of pride. She’d go to the flight deck and plot her course to Africa. Hinekiri would forget about the extreme and unusual attraction she felt toward him and her desire to keep him close. Pragmatism was called for since this time spent with Richard was temporary. She was destined to live alone. Hinekiri forced a smile, even though it was the last thing she wanted to do. Knowing her destiny didn’t stop her from hoping for a different path.

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Chapter Five “How do I keep my balance under control? I want to make love to you, but I don’t want to knock myself out at the same time. Hell, what about condoms? I’m a board member of a condom company. You’d think I’d know better!” “But I thought… Are we going to love each other?” Hinekiri heard the surprise in her voice and saw it on his face. “That’s the general idea. Apart from the condom problem.” Richard cupped her cheek with his hand and instantly shot upward. “You don’t need to worry about that. I’m inoculated against everything. Nothing will happen that shouldn’t.” A gurgle escaped and she grabbed his thigh before he rose any higher. “If you find yourself ascending toward the ceiling, don’t fight it. Fighting the gravity makes you go faster. Just relax and you’ll find you hover.” She tugged at his legs and waist until they were face to face. Richard nodded, but he wasn’t really paying attention to her words. Instead, his eyes roved across her naked breasts. He reached out, his hand trembling as it settled on her flesh. A delicate lacy tattoo swirled across one breast and around the other, the blues and greens making him think of the changing colors of the ocean. Even her nipples were colored a vibrant turquoise. “Beautiful,” he whispered, glancing up to meet her eyes. His fingers drifted across one pouting turquoise nipple, touching for a fleeting second. It contracted to a hard point as he watched. Bending his head, he took her nipple into his mouth. She made a gurgling sound and when he glanced up, he saw Hinekiri’s head lolled back. Her eyes were closed and she wore a smile on her face. Her open sensuality and enjoyment did more for his ego than all the words in a dictionary. Without opening her eyes, Hinekiri cupped both breasts, offering him easier access. Richard settled in to enjoy the treat, licking along the swirling patterns, nipping, tracing her areola with his tongue. She tasted rich and spicy, reminding him of Felicity and baking day, but Hinekiri was nothing like Felicity. He followed the swirls down her body, across her ribs and toward her pelvic bone. Here, another difference tweaked his curiosity. “There’s no hair.” “Dalconians don’t have body hair,” Hinekiri said lazily. “It’s not so bad since it makes me very sensitive. Believe me,” she purred, her fingers busily mussing his hair. “That’s a good thing.” Richard laughed, anticipation thrumming through him at the thought of kissing and sucking her smooth folds, of raking his tongue the length of her cleft and tasting her sweet honey. And they said old dogs were boring. He liked these new experiences just fine. Richard followed the trail of his fingers with his lips. God, he loved her scent. 47

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It was spicy. It was heady. It was Hinekiri. His mouth moved lower, a tiny nibble eliciting a moan from Hinekiri. He grasped her hips and lifted. They drifted upward, his mouth level with her pelvic bone. “Part your legs for me,” he whispered. “I guess it’s time to check the merchandise,” Hinekiri answered, her tone saucy and confident, but Richard caught the fine tremor that raced through her body. Trained in reading body language, he noticed the faint tightening of her muscles. She was nervous and knowing that erased the last of his fears about incompatibility. Yeah, he’d discovered a few surprising things so far but nothing bad enough to send him running—ah, that would be floating—from the room. “It’s time for some fun,” he countered, and he glanced up to read her expression. His gentle smile drew an answering one from her. “For both of us this time. I need to rid my body of some excess energy and you look like the lady to help me with the job.” Hinekiri parted her slender thighs and maneuvered her body so she sat on his shoulders. Excitement hit him square in the chest. “Just a little wider, sweetheart. Yeah. That’s it.” The perfect angle for him to explore and appease his curiosity. With delicate precision he smoothed his finger across the silky, smooth skin of her labia. Unable to resist, Richard nuzzled at her folds with his mouth, testing her skin with his tongue. Yep, definitely smooth. He repeated the move and Hinekiri shuddered. Yep, sensitive and sweet. Richard settled in to do some heavy-duty exploration despite the nagging ache in his balls. This was going to be good. Sometimes a man just knew. He parted her folds, splaying a hand across her hip to keep her in the perfect position. With one long lick he tasted her intimate flesh, but not enough to send anything but the mildest streak of pleasure through her. He intended to make this last as long as he could. Hinekiri felt his tongue skim across her clit. It was as if she’d flown too close to the sun. Heat engulfed her body, streaking to every pulse point in mere microseconds. She held her breath, waiting for his next move. Instead of the repeat move she expected, he blew a stream of warm air over her clitoris. Her stomach muscles tightened in reaction and by the goddess, her toes curled upward. “Do that again,” she whispered. Another puff of warm air teased at her swollen nub. It quivered. “Like that?” he asked, laughter in his voice. “Exactly like that.” Richard blew for a third time and dragged his finger the length of her cleft at the same time. The move tugged at sensitive flesh, drawing on her clit and turning her into a mass of quivers. His finger glided through juices and slipped into her pussy with ease. “Ah,” she said. “Smooth move, sailor.”

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His brown eyes glinted with humor and crinkled at the corners. “Liked that one, huh?” When Richard withdrew his finger, a sigh of disappointment whispered from her lips. He chuckled against her clit, the puff of air sending her into high alert. Her heart pumped a little harder and her breasts drew tight. Achy, they needed attention. One hand crept up to cup her breast. She plucked at her nipple at the exact moment Richard slid two fingers into her moist pussy and dragged his tongue across her sensitive clit. It was too much. All those sensations at once. For a moment, she froze, balanced on a precipice, too frightened to move let alone breathe. Then the sensations pulsed and grew bigger. Even better. Richard stroked her clit with feather-soft strokes. She shivered, each breath coming rapidly. His fingers stroked in and out, filling her deliciously. She prickled. She tingled. Hinekiri craved more of the same. “Richard.” “Must be good. You forgot to call me sailor.” Hinekiri panted, the waves of building pleasure so intense she thought she might faint from it before she climaxed, which would be a dreadful waste. “Do something,” she wailed, her thighs squeezing his neck so much it was a wonder he could breathe let alone keep up the magical tongue moves. To her embarrassment, she sounded nothing like the calm and competent explorer. She was begging, dammit, and that was something she didn’t do. Ever. “Please make me come. I can’t take much more.” The truth. Colored spots danced in front of her eyes. Her breasts ached fiercely while her nether region continued to dally at the almost go stage instead of passing go and giving her relief. Richard continued with his teasing sweeps across and around her clit then suddenly stopped, leaving her stretched out, desperate and hanging. “Why are you stopping?” Hinekiri screeched, trying desperately to force him back into position. He couldn’t leave her dangling like this. He couldn’t. “Just checking to see if everything looks normal.” The man was teasing her, making her suffer. Hinekiri yanked on his ears. “This isn’t the time to muck around!” “I thought that was what we were doing. Mucking around.” Innocence shaded his voice but he didn’t fool her one bit. “Part A into slot B. Now,” she snapped. “Cooperate before I resort to violence.” “Soon. I want to see— Holy shit!” Hinekiri froze in the act of reaching for his ears again. “What?” “Your…your…” He made a vague gesture with his hand indicating something between her legs. Hinekiri frowned. “What?” 49

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“It’s flashing a bluish-green. The same color as the tattoos on your chest.” “So? I’m not gonna bite.” Hinekiri shot him a frustrated look before adding, “But perhaps I should consider biting to make you focus. You’ve wound me up so tight I feel like I’m going to shatter and that’s not in a good way.” She grabbed his shoulders and shook him vigorously. “Listen, there’s nothing wrong with a colored clitoris. It’s a perfectly natural aging process just like the tattoos. At least Dalcon females don’t go through life with a colored cock and matching balls. I’m telling you, a male can’t lie about his standing in life if his balls turn yellow or green or even better blue each time they stand to attention.” She scrutinized his erection, taking pleasure in the way his muscles tightened and his cock lengthened in front of her eyes. Hinekiri looked him straight in the eye. “I can see you don’t have a drop of Dalconian blood.” “Nope. One hundred percent Earthling. That’s me.” With a serious expression on his handsome face, he wedged her thighs apart and studied her clit at closer quarters. “It’s very pretty,” he said finally. “Is that all?” Hinekiri didn’t try to hide the testiness in her voice. Sometimes males were thick. It was a fact of galaxy life. Seemed they weren’t much different here on the blue planet. Just wait until he realized she glowed in the dark. She couldn’t wait for that reaction. Maybe she’d do better to keep him bound and handcuffed, then they wouldn’t have to go through this fodo bird crap. Richard nodded. “Yeah, that’s all. Took me by surprise.” One second they stared at each other and the next his cock was planted firmly in her pussy. Stretching her impossibly wide and filling her to capacity. Richard stilled, letting her adjust to his sudden invasion. Her pussy clutched at his cock, pulsing slightly and sending enough sparks of pleasure through her that she knew she’d go off without much more stimulation. “Feel good?” Richard smoothed a golden strand of hair off her face and tucked it behind her ear. “Yes.” “How good?” He pressed a gentle kiss to her parted lips. “Exquisite,” Hinekiri said truthfully. But she wished he’d move things along. “You have to move. Give me some friction.” He chuckled and thrust with casual, almost lazy action. “Like that?” “Oh yeah. Again.” Maybe she could hold on a bit longer. The slide of their bodies together felt so good. Richard thrust hard, propelling them through the air. Hinekiri’s head hit the curved wall of the spaceship an instant before Richard beaned his head. It rang like a hollow bell and Hinekiri bet he saw stars. She pushed them away from the wall and out of danger, sliding along his cock and using it like a pole. Her arousal levels ratcheted up sharply so she repeated the slick move. They both gasped at the exquisite pleasure. Richard took over, thrusting hard for two measured strokes. They shot across the room and would have hit the wall but Hinekiri made a countermove, sliding and pulsing 50

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against his cock like one of the galaxy dancers at Mac’s club on Dalcon. A unified groan echoed through the room. From then on, they took turns moving, grinding. Faster and faster, desperately seeking sexual satisfaction. Richard’s fingers entwined in her hair as he arched her back and licked sweet, agonizing circles around a glowing blue nipple. He raised his head, his brown eyes caressing her face, her breasts. They headed dangerously close to a wall but Hinekiri guided them to safety, sliding against his slippery pole with great enjoyment. When they bobbed against the ceiling, she sent them soaring toward the floor with a swivel of her hips. Each thrust was a primitive throb in her veins. The peak she’d scaled before was nothing compared to what she felt now. Her tattoo glowed, heat pulsing from her clit until it felt as though she were burning inside. Their bodies rose toward the ceiling, arms clasped tightly around each other. Hinekiri angled her hips upward to meet each thrust. Overwhelming sensations fizzled through her. Hinekiri groaned and dug her fingernails into Richard’s back. She was so close. Richard kissed her, the slow slide of his tongue coinciding with an equally slow thrust that hit her clit and massaged the lower wall of her pussy. Hinekiri shuddered, dragging in a large breath. She smelled the scent of their arousal and the lingering herbal tang of the Dalconian healing liquid. A whimper burst from her throat and she clutched at his muscular shoulders. Every muscle in her body clenched tight and a repeat thrust pushed her over the edge. A fullblooded scream sprang from her throat this time as she shattered, her pussy pulsing again and again in what felt like a series of never-ending waves. Her cry was still echoing when Richard’s thrusts became super-speeded. His guttural cry joined the remnants of hers as his semen jetted from his cock in explosive contractions. For a long time, Richard held her tight, their skin sticking together then he started to fidget. “What’s wrong?” Hinekiri stretched against his muscular body, enjoying the flex of her body against his. She nuzzled at his shoulder and licked his damp skin. A hint of salt combined with the taste of Dalconian herbs and masculine musk. “Richard?” “What is the ceiling made from? My butt is rubbed raw.” Hinekiri chortled. “It’s a special surface to stop the penetration of the high temperatures encountered in space travel. Better a sore ass than frying my woman parts each time I take a hyper jump through space.” “Huh,” Richard said with a scowl. “It’s obvious it’s not your butt that’s smarting, otherwise you wouldn’t be so blasé!” Hinekiri’s lips twitched. By the goddess, she hadn’t had so much fun with a male for cycles. The back and forward banter, sometimes with sexual connotations and sometimes not, was plain fun. “Aw, sailor, let me kiss it better.” “Ah-ah,” Richard said hastily. He gripped her forearms, preventing her from moving. “I can take care of my own butt, woman.” “But I can make you feel better.” Hinekiri pushed away from him so their bodies separated. Their skin stuck together and parted with a squelch. Hinekiri laughed out

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loud. Then with a fast move that would have made Janaya proud, Hinekiri shot over to the nearest silver wall, bounded off using her feet and flew back toward Richard. The momentum pried him loose from the ceiling and a twisting motion of her hips flipped him over. Hinekiri sat astride his back, facing his ass and feet. “Aw, sailor. That does look sore.” Her gentle fingers traced across raw flesh. “Told you it hurt, but nothing hurt while we were…busy.” Hinekiri grinned. Despite being big and muscular and towering over her when they were standing on firm ground, at times he reminded her of an undergrown. It was so cute the way the tips of his ears turned red when he was embarrassed. “Now you’ve had a good look at my butt, can we go back to standing on our own two feet instead of bobbing around like corks?” Hinekiri leaned down so she could reach below and grasp his penis with her hands. “The Dalconian healing balm is still in your system.” “Yeah.” His grunt sounded choked, almost breathless. His cock lengthened with each pump of her hand. Richard shuddered, his muscles tightening between her thighs. “How about if I secure you again?” It seemed the obvious solution. She could treat his tender butt cheeks with more healing fluid and perhaps they might have more wild sex before heading for Africa. “Stop that.” Richard pried her hands from his cock and drew away from her. He turned, a stern and serious frown marring his face. Hinekiri’s stomach turned with sudden nerves. Unusual for her but she wanted him again with an intensity that ate at her self-confidence. The loneliness had finally kicked in, sending her a little loco, making her risk her heart with Richard instead of relying on the sex simulation machine. She hated the needy feeling gnawing at her insides, the loss of control. It was so unlike her normal independence. Huh, plain space loco. Hinekiri stared at him, hoping his frown would soften but it didn’t. Her stomach cramped harder. What if he didn’t want her again? What if he didn’t want to go to Africa with her? What if it was the Dalconian healing balm making him so randy? Fodo crap, what if he didn’t find her attractive? He hadn’t seemed to like her glowing clit. Hinekiri drew a sharp breath and came to a quick decision. She refused to let him stomp on her pride—a girl could only take so much. Hinekiri waggled her arms and aimed her body at the door, fighting to control the prickling at the back of her eyes. Damn. How could she have misread the signs so badly? “Where are you going, woman? You can’t leave me up here.” “Watch me.” Hinekiri reached for the button to slide the door across. “You’re in a holding pattern, circling Sloan. What if Janaya manages to intercept you or get a call through? We don’t have time to dilly-dally any longer.”

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Hinekiri stopped short and scowled up at Richard. He flapped his arms vigorously and went up instead of down. She winced at the thud his head made when he crashed into the ceiling. “You have a point.” She hated to admit it. “Hinekiri, come up here and help me down. I have enough aches and pains for today.” Using his hands, he pushed off from the ceiling and headed toward the ground, but he didn’t gain enough propulsion. He hovered halfway between the floor and the ceiling. “Get me down, dammit!” Hinekiri darted up and grabbed him. She hit the gravity button before he had a chance to take off again. “Thank you.” He wrapped his dignity around him as best a man could, given his lack of clothes. “Where are my clothes?” “Um, I had to cut them off then I realized we’d left your bag in the vehicle. I’m afraid you’ll have to wear a robe until we can find some clothes for you. I saved your boots for you so at least you’ll have those to wear. And your wallet and passport thing.” Sudden humor bubbled up inside. She couldn’t wait to see his face when he saw the male version of the Dalcon robe. “Just my boots? Fine. I’ll wear a robe. I want to reassure myself the spaceship isn’t flashing its presence to every kook and local resident of Sloan. Luke has enough problems as it is without us adding to them.” His words brought shame. Here she’d been busy thinking about herself instead of the bigger picture. She squared her shoulders and attempted to ignore the tiny voice inside that insisted it was about time she put herself first instead of everyone else. “You’re right.” She opened a storage locker near the door and rifled through until she found a male robe. “Come on. Put this on. We’ll go to the bridge and then I’ll give you a tour.” Richard stared at the charcoal gray robe. It was a new design made for her by a friend, constructed with voice recognition and extra-special features for when she was with a lover. It became completely transparent or could be programmed for peek-a-boo where strategic portions of the garment became transparent to showcase the goods. “How do I put this on?” “Drop it over your head, hold the recognition tab sewn into the seam, say my name and the robe will conform to your body shape. Next time when you want to dress or undress, the garment will recognize your voice. All you say is undress and it will happen.” “Okay.” Richard sounded skeptical but he followed her instructions, placing the gray fabric over his head. The fabric slithered over his body, hiding all the good stuff from her sight. Pity. Hinekiri studied the fit. Not bad. Just as well they weren’t on Dalcon. The other females would likely issue challenges. It was every female’s dream to be possessed by a male like Richard Morgan. Hinekiri nodded. “Looking good, sailor.” She closed one eye in a saucy wink.

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“But…but…I can’t go out in public looking like this.” Horror laced his voice as he gestured at his body. The gray fabric conformed to his shape, highlighting every muscle and bulge, a V of tanned flesh visible at his neck. The sleeves were long but also formfitting, the special fabric allowing for ease of movement. “Why not?” Hinekiri strove for a neutral voice but a bit of humor leaked into the words. Her mouth twitched and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth in an effort to halt the belly laugh straining for release. “It’s the height of Dalconian fashion. My friend who designed it for me is a top designer. Anyone who is anybody on Dalcon wears designs by Gregorious.” She’d guessed he’d react like this. It was a test of sorts. Any male she teamed with needed a sense of humor and self-control. Hinekiri refused to live with a male who struck out in anger. Been there. Done that. “The bit over my groin is bright red. Okay if I was a baboon, but I’m not.” “That’s a codpiece,” Hinekiri explained. He’d passed the test. “Very trendy and now. I’ll show you my collection of depictions later. I have some of my friends. All the males wear what you’re wearing. It has a nifty hinge opening for ready access.” “You don’t say.” Richard sighed. “I guess I have to wear something.” “Okay.” Hinekiri offered her arm. “Let’s go on that tour.” Richard grabbed her forearm. “Hinekiri, wait. Before the tour—” “Yes?” Her brows arched. “Just so you know—we’re not finished with the sex. I’d like to try a few more things out on your luscious body.” He gave his own version of a wink then strolled out of the room in front of her. Hinekiri’s knees wobbled, heat piercing her core and causing juices to flow. A sudden grin creased her face as she appreciated the view. Richard Morgan had one sexy ass, but perhaps now wasn’t the time to inform him of the special transparent viewing panel at the rear of his robe and the secret word she’d whispered to activate it.

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Chapter Six Richard checked the view out a porthole as he walked down a narrow passage. Even though his muscles ached from overexertion, it felt great to be alive. His legs weren’t exactly functioning properly either. Richard grasped the wall to stop from falling. He shook his head, hoping to clear the muzzy sensation. A wry thought hit him over the head. Old dogs should know to take things easy. But hell, he might not have sex again for a long time. Might as well make the most of it while Hinekiri was on holiday. The sense of jubilation dissipated on account of the hard truth. Hinekiri was a scientist, and judging from the little he’d heard of her work, she was contracted to explore and chart the galaxy next to Earth. Not far to travel with her spaceship, but impossibly far away for him. Not exactly a commuter-friendly journey. It wasn’t as though he could catch a bus or drive his SUV. Richard took a deep breath and counseled himself to enjoy what was on offer. Hell, his very first affair. Who’d have thought? “Are you going to show me around or not?” “One conducted tour coming up.” Hinekiri gripped his arm firmly before she tapped the door. “Careful, the change in gravity between the rooms might make you feel woozy for a few seconds. Take a deep breath and move with caution.” She opened the sliding door to a room that looked like the bridge. A panel of controls filled a portion of one curved wall. Vision outside was by way of a large oval window—sort of an egg on its side. Two swivel seats made of a leathery-looking material were bolted to the floor near the controls. Red and green lights flashed on the panel and a faint hum throbbed through the air. Richard presumed it was the engine or propulsion unit or whatever drove the spaceship. Fluffy clouds passed in front of the window and the sky had turned a deep steel blue-gray as the sun lowered on the horizon. Hinekiri entered and Richard followed. “Bout time,” Killer said, bounding up to them and wagging her tail vigorously. “I hungry. Do ya have any food?” Richard gaped at the purple dog. It had talked. He rubbed his ears and swallowed. They popped. He stared at the dog and waited. “Food. Do ya have any?” “Bloody hell,” Richard muttered. His ears were working correctly. “What do ya know? A talking dog.” “Hmmm, it’s obviously something to do with sex,” Hinekiri chirped. “What’s sex got to do with it?” Confusion didn’t quite cover the spectrum of what he was feeling at this exact moment. He eyed the purple dog with trepidation.

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“It’s got to be hormones. Maybe they’re exchanged with bodily fluids.” The smooth skin of her forehead wrinkled as she appeared to go into scientist mode. “But that didn’t happen with Luke and Janaya. Luke could understand the dog straight off.” “Luke talks to this dog?” “Yeah, but he’s mean with food,” Killer barked. She gave a big doggy sigh, her pink tongue lolling out of her mouth. “Gonna fade away. Need food. Now.” “I liked you better before I knew you talked,” Richard told the dog. “You didn’t seem so demanding.” Killer sidled up to Richard and gave him a sly nip on the calf. “Ow!” Richard backed up and stood beside Hinekiri for protection. That dog was armed and dangerous. Hinekiri inspected the instruments. “Everything is okay. The cloaking device is working. Understanding the dog. It must be a combination of the travel inoculations and the sex. Or the bonding ties. Hmmm. Interesting. I’ll have to give it some more thought. This way. We’ll head up to the relaxation room. You get a great view from up there.” Hinekiri took his arm and steered him over to the wall to their right. “Stand on the white square and make sure your body is completely inside.” Richard followed Hinekiri’s instructions and noticed Killer did as well without a single word of complaint. Weird since the dog hadn’t shut up since they’d entered the bridge area. It was as if the creature was making up for lost time. For a small purple creature, Killer had attitude to spare. It was gonna take him a while to get used to the concept of talking to a dog. Hinekiri winked. “Ready?” For what? Seconds later, Richard knew. They whooshed upward as if they were in a lift but there was no mechanism he could see. “Okay?” Richard wiped his moist brow and tried his best to look as though trying out alientype stuff was something he did every day. He failed and gave a sheepish smile when Hinekiri smirked her toothy smile. “Apart from the fact my stomach is still at the starting gate.” “At least you’re not a big screamer,” Hinekiri said. Richard’s eyes widened at the sly note in her voice. What the hell did that mean? Some of the best sex in his life had happened in that gravity-controlled room. He’d loosened every inhibition he’d ever held and gone with what felt good. Had he reacted a little too strongly? Hinekiri chuckled. “You should see the look on your face.” “You both make noise,” Killer said, settling the argument with dispatch. “Loud noise. Hurt my ears. Not good for dog to hear. Bad influence. Where food? I still purple.” Killer turned her glare on Hinekiri. “You promise.”

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Hinekiri surveyed Killer’s purple coat and scratched her chin. “We’ll try a bath first.” “No bath,” Killer said firmly. “Yep, it’s into the vac-shower you go.” “No.” Sharp teeth flashed white during a menacing growl. Hinekiri scooped the little dog up and marched over to the lift square, disappearing downward with the wriggling creature protesting the whole time. “Not like. Bite you hard!” Richard tuned out the ensuing argument and counteroffers that floated up to him. He made his way past what looked like a library or entertainment system, over to another porthole and stared out. With dusk fast approaching, it was difficult to see much on the ground. Flying in a spaceship wasn’t much different from traveling via airplane, apart from the gravity controls and talking dogs. Richard shook his head. But despite that, common sense told him a relationship between Hinekiri and him was impossible. Their worlds were too different. They were too different, and he was better off returning to Sloan to his settled, ordinary life. He watched the shadowed landscape and the lights that flickered on one by one until Hinekiri returned ten minutes later. “Do you still want to go to Africa with me?” It was as though she could read his mind. No, this was a once in a lifetime chance. He’d never get to see Africa let alone fly in a spaceship. “Ten days. Yep, I’m game.” He turned to Hinekiri and gave in to his need to touch, tucking a long strand of blonde hair behind her ear. Her normal hairdo made her hair appear short, reminding him of Mrs. Robinson off the old Lost in Space show. Long hair disguised as short wasn’t the only thing the women had in common since they both traveled in space. Pure electricity arced between them, panicking him a little with the intensity. “Is Killer still purple?” he blurted. Hinekiri dipped her head in a clipped nod, a lump in her throat. His agreement spoke of trust and it warmed her inside. Richard curled his arm around her waist when she moved closer. His possessive manner upped the heat. The mushy sensation again. Her departure date wasn’t far away, and the thought of leaving the unexpected friendship she’d found with Richard cast a shadow over her happiness. The low drone then the click of nails on the floor behind them indicated Killer’s return. “Can’t see,” Killer complained, wagging her purple tail in a demanding flick. Hinekiri’s lips twitched as they always did when she looked at the purple dog. The Torgon color had taken well and two washes in the vac-shower hadn’t restored the dog to her normal white with black spots. She remained a delicate lilac, an excellent accessory for any fashionable Torgon. “I like to relax up here with a drink and watch the stars.” Hinekiri reached over to push a control button on the wall. A comfortable chair big enough for two slid out. “Big enough to share.”

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Without warning, the ship tilted alarmingly. Killer barked and fell against the wall, bouncing off with a dull thud and a loud yelp. Richard grabbed the rim of the porthole and held tightly while the dog toppled across to the lift square. Hinekiri grabbed the nearest handhold, struggling to maintain control. When the ship leveled off, she zapped down to the bridge and strapped herself into the pilot’s seat. Not mechanical difficulties this time. A squat black spaceship that looked as though it shouldn’t get off the ground, let alone attack, was firing on them. “Richard. Killer. Get down here!” she hollered, bracing to begin avoidance maneuvers. Richard and Killer appeared almost instantly. “Strap in,” she said tersely, indicating the chair at her side. “You’re going to need to hold Killer so she doesn’t get hurt.” “Why hold?” Killer barked. “Torgon attack ship.” A blast accompanied her words and a solar flare blinded her for precious seconds. Where was the purple bastard flying that ship? She’d have to head out of the Earth’s atmosphere. They could hardly battle here. Hinekiri zipped the ship upward, shoving the controls into hyperspeed the instant the flight path of the ship straightened out. Richard strapped in with the aid of Killer who told him how to work the harness restraint. Hinekiri would have laughed at the idea of the dog being in control but she had her hands full, dodging the shots being fired on her ship. She whipped the ship upward again, leaping from Earth’s atmosphere into dark space. The grinding sound that resulted didn’t sound too healthy. Fodo crap! She hoped the repairs held up okay. This was an exploratory ship and not the best for dogfights. Hinekiri gripped the controls and braced for a sharp turn to the left. The Torgon ship flew so close she could see the smirking colorless face of the pilot, his pale eyes large and hideous as he grinned through the viewing porthole. “Fire underneath,” Killer ordered. “Weak underbelly.” Hinekiri squeezed off a shot but it was difficult to fire and fly the ship at the same time. “Richard, you need to man the guns for me so I can concentrate on flying the ship.” She took one hand off the controls and grabbed his. She slapped it on top of the weapon control unit before glancing at the dog and jumping with instinct. “Killer will help.” By the goddess, she hoped this Earthling was made of strong grit and wouldn’t turn spineless on her when she needed him most. She wanted to live through this to see the wildebeest in Africa and to chart the next galaxy. Dammit, she intended to fulfill her next contract. “Richard,” Killer barked, taking control without another word. Craning her neck, she balanced on Richard’s lap barely able to see out the porthole without help. Richard swallowed, watching the ship peppering them with fiery shots with horror. Hinekiri took evasive action, turning the ship in a rapid one-hundred-and-eightydegree roll. Richard braced his feet against the floor and tightened his grip on the dog. 58

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Fear curdled his stomach. Terror kicked him in the gut. Not even the gunman who’d tried to rob the Sloan branch of the Bank of New Zealand had brought such icy horror. Killed yelped. “No hold so tight,” she panted. “Need to concentrate.” “Sorry.” Richard loosened his grip, his heart racing while his mouth was dry as if he’d tied one on the night before. Damn, he was too old for all this excitement. Hinekiri went into a loop. He screwed his eyes shut, swallowed and held the dog so she didn’t get hurt. The ship leveled out. Richard opened his eyes and searched for the ship. He couldn’t see it. Perhaps—no, there it was coming up beside them. The dog peered out the porthole, quivering with eagerness. Her black nose twitched and her floppy ears were cocked in alertness. “Ready to fire.” Richard tensed watching the approach of the Torgon ship. His fingers hovered above the gun ignition switch with a sense of disbelief. A Kiwi cop playing space pirate. It was too far-fetched even for the movies. Richard tensed when the ship flew in front of them, intersecting their flight path. Killer went rigid, eyes fixed on the porthole. “Wait. Wait. Fire!” Killer barked. “Fire!” Richard fired. The flash blinded him, burning the back of his retinas until all he saw were dazzling, whirling white patterns in front of his eyes. “Fire!” Richard’s finger depressed the button. The ship bucked throwing him forward against the restraints. “Hit! Woof! Fire ‘gain!” “Woo-hoo,” Hinekiri cheered. “You’ve crippled him. Let’s watch those Torgon fry!” “One more time,” Killer barked. Richard fired again, blinking rapidly in an attempt to restore his sight. He glanced across at Hinekiri. She was flying the ship, running through a series of rolling maneuvers that brought severe discomfort to his stomach. Enjoyment blazed from Hinekiri’s face while her violet eyes shined with the thrill of the chase. Even the dog looked as though she were enjoying herself. Richard merely felt sick with each rock ‘n roll of the ship. How could they both act so nonchalant? An enormous explosion boomed through his ears, echoing for long moments afterward. The Torgon ship exploded into a white fireball. Flecks of purple flared within the body of white as they flashed past. “He-haw!” Hinekiri’s head was thrown back, her right hand held up in the air as she rode the atmospheric bumps caused by the Torgon ship’s explosion. “Africa, here we come!” She let the rounded nose of the ship dip into a steep dive. Richard had an instant to take in the dark black of space and pinprick shine of distant stars before the ship went down. He gripped Killer with one hand and the seat with his other. “Is the ship okay? Have we been hit?” God, don’t say they were going to 59

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fine. It looks simple enough.” Something else new and strange to add to his day. He’d never thought he’d miss normal and settled. Old dog… “You’d better use the bed restraints just in case we fly through turbulence. The controls for the restraints are on the wall above the bed. Fasten them around your arms and legs or your waist if you prefer, click on the control button and you’re set. When you want to get out of bed, hit the control button again and that will turn the gravity controls back on.” She grinned, tipped him a wink and sauntered from her chamber with a very feminine roll to her hips. Although her rainbow-colored robe was loose, it seemed to accentuate her ass. Richard pursed his lips and blew a soundless whistle. Hot Mama. Her life might contain more excitement than he was comfortable with, but his libido busily ignored every warning issued by his brain. He wanted to lie horizontal with her and engage in rumpy-pumpy until she needed to leave for her job. Did that make him some sort of hypocrite? Richard rubbed his chin, noting absently he needed a shave. Hell, he was so confused he didn’t know what to think. Richard sighed, headed for the vac-shower and decided to sleep first and worry about his confusion later.

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His disappointment. His daughter wasn’t fated to mate. A courtesan. Nothing could bring him greater shame. Hinekiri had left that day determined to prove her family wrong. She had created her destiny, shaped it and done everything her way. Fame was now coupled with her name. Torgon mercenaries hunted her to steal valuable galaxy charts because she was good at her job. But for all her fame, she was still alone. Her parents had died without speaking to her again and she hadn’t met anyone who tempted her to even think about changing her lifestyle. That was until Richard. Richard was different. From the first moment she’d woken in bed with him, she’d wanted to know more, to learn more and spend time in private with him. Richard didn’t treat her like the little lady who required help at every turn nor treat her with awe because of her renowned achievements. The Kiwi cop treated her like a highborn lady. He rubbed away the raw edges of pain and filled the gaps she hadn’t fully understood until now. “Hurry,” Killer barked, wriggling with clear impatience. “I wanna see a gnu. Dumb name. Wanna see if they look as bad as name.” “Take it easy,” Richard said in a lazy tone as he turned away from the porthole. “You won’t see them clearly yet. Hinekiri needs to check the privacy screens are working after the run-in with the Torgon ship. We don’t want anyone to see us.” His brown eyes twinkled when his gaze scanned over her body, making her tingle from head to the end of her toes. With her favorite rainbow gown clinging to her curves, Hinekiri knew she showed to advantage. She certainly felt sexy and desirable. Warm heat appeared in his eyes. The twinkle in his eyes and the way his gaze skimmed up and down made her suspect he knew she was naked beneath the gown, and even if he hadn’t, her nipples broadcasted the fact loud and clear. Suddenly, she wasn’t too bothered about watching the wildebeest. She could always come back another time, but Richard might not be free during the next visit. Her pussy moistened at the thought of another vigorous loving. Maybe she could introduce a little kink to the equation… “Will the ship scare the wildebeests?” he asked. Hinekiri sighed and realigned her thoughts. She moved right away from Richard to avoid temptation and depressed a button on her control panel. A drawer opened. She unbolted the safety catch used to keep her image machine from rumbling about the drawer and lifted it out. Richard was right. It didn’t seem like the time to play right now. Back to business. “The ship isn’t noisy but I intend to turn the silencer on as a precautionary measure. I want to take as many images of the creatures as I can to store in my knowledge banks.” Hinekiri gestured at her image machine. It fitted in the palm of her hand and was very useful when it came to recording images of the landmasses and unexplored planets for the charts she drew.

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Richard crossed the distance between them. His hands closed over her shoulders and he squeezed lightly. His eyes lingered on her mouth. The heat inside Hinekiri intensified and she squirmed, trying to ease the ache that had sprung to life. She tried to concentrate on the panel of instruments between them, the glowing lights and the glossy black surrounds. Difficult when every sense screamed for Richard. She reached out to tap the shield control button and noticed her hand trembled. “Where are we staying?” Richard murmured. “I’m looking forward to loving you in a soft bed where I don’t have to concentrate on avoiding the ceiling.” He rubbed his backside and gave a rueful smile. “I think I’m minus a layer of skin.” Killer pushed between them with a disparaging yap. “No sex talk. Not polite.” Richard chuckled, two charming lines bracketing his mouth. “Later,” he mouthed at Hinekiri, closing one eye in a wink. Hinekiri melted inside, but this time when she operated the controls, her hand was rock steady. He wanted her and that was good enough to cement her confidence back in place. The privacy screens slid into place without a hitch. According to the control panel, the silencer was working correctly. It seemed as though her temporary repairs were holding out. The covers across the portholes widened allowing a sweeping panoramic view of the savannah lands below. Hinekiri sighed at the view. Grasslands as far as the eye could see with a sprinkling of flat-topped trees, knolls and kopjes to break the monotony. To her delight, she recognized many of the animals. Herds of animals grazed the plains—zebra, wildebeest and a sprinkling of gazelles. The grasslands appeared fairly green with lots of vegetation instead of the dust and brown patches she’d expected. It seemed as though the rains had arrived earlier than her research indicated. Richard, Hinekiri and Killer crowded around the porthole to take in the scenery. “Whatz that funny animal?” Killer barked, her furry head darting from side to side as she tried to take in everything. “Lots of them.” “That’s a wildebeest!” Hinekiri chirped in excitement, seconds before firing off her image machine. Richard stared out the porthole while the ship passed over the savannah at cruising speed. “It’s beautiful.” His brown eyes glowed full of emotion. “Thanks for suggesting I visit with you. This is my first trip out of New Zealand. It’s amazing. I can’t wait to tell Luke about everything I’ve seen.” “That’s great. I’m glad you’re enjoying the trip.” Hinekiri forced a carefree note even though a sudden melancholy hit her square in the ribs. There was no future for them. She had to remember that. It was obvious Richard believed this holiday was a temporary situation. They wouldn’t have the luxury of reminiscing together once they returned home since she needed to leave Earth to complete her assignment. Once again, the marriage sorcerer’s predictions had proved right—Hinekiri had bed partners but not a true mate. Why should this time be any different? 63

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Chapter Seven Richard wanted to laugh at the purple dog because of the way she was grabbing up visual souvenirs like a pro. Amusement flickered across his face in the form of a smile. If he were going for honesty, he wasn’t much better than Killer, trying to see all the sights at once. An elephant here. A giraffe there. “Oh my god. It’s a lion!” Killer yipped, quivering with eagerness. “Where? Where lion?” “Where? I can’t see it either.” Hinekiri grabbed Richard’s arm, demonstrating matching excitement. “See the pile of gray rocks at two o’clock?” Richard gestured the lion’s direction with his left hand. “The lion is sitting on top of a rock.” “I see. I see!” Killer barked right next to his ear. “More than one.” Richard jerked away and rubbed his ears to clear the ringing. “Do you see the lion?” “Oh Killer’s right,” Hinekiri chirped. “There are more lions sitting in front of rocks in the sun.” “Where are we going to park the spaceship?” Richard decided he’d like to stand on firm ground again. His bones ached from their acrobatic loving, his butt was sore and the patch on his arm where the Torgon goo had hit was itchy. A soak in a bath sounded good about now. They could see more animals tomorrow. “Lion move,” Killer said. “They go hunting soon.” “I chose a lodge near the water so we could see the wildebeest crossing the river. It’s called the Sunset Lodge.” Richard frowned, seeing all sorts of difficulties. “Why didn’t you make the spaceship your base? It would be cheaper for a start. Isn’t the management going to wonder which hole you’ve popped from if you turn up without any visible transport?” Hinekiri turned to face Richard, closing one violet eye in a suggestive wink. “I like to mix with the locals when I’m on holiday. It’s fun.” Richard’s body went on hyperalert, his aches and pains forgotten while he chewed on the concept of mixing with locals. Hinekiri had done that all right. “As long as you don’t mix with every local,” he growled before he could stop the incriminating words. A light gurgle escaped Hinekiri. “Don’t you worry, sailor. I haven’t done a ceiling rumba with a male for a long time. Haven’t found anyone I wanted to dirty dance with,” she added. “Until you.” Another wink accompanied her words, creating a predictable reaction in Richard. Oh man. Get ready to rumba! He couldn’t help it since her words rang with truth.

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“I don’t usually have problems with people wondering where I popped up from. They see my money and matching luggage, assume I’m eccentric and leave it at that. Besides, I have transport.” He was almost too frightened to ask. Richard glanced out the porthole again and noted the sun was on its descent. An adventure. He’d look upon this as an adventure before he settled back down to being Richard Morgan—Sloan cop, father and board member—again. Settled being the operative word. Killer was still glued to the porthole, eager to see everything. Richard scratched her behind the ears. Killer let out a blissful groan and leaned into him in a silent demand for more scratching. “Wonder if animals talk?” she asked. “You know?” “I’ve no idea. You should take care,” Richard cautioned. “They eat each other.” “Talking wildebeest. Wouldn’t that be a hoot,” Hinekiri said with a chuckle. “There’s a flat place over there and it’s near the road. Looks like a good landing spot to me.” She moved over to the pilot’s seat and buckled in. “You guys should buckle up too. Sometimes things get a little bumpy.” Richard strapped in and grabbed Killer away from the porthole. There were wet nose prints all over the bottom portion. Hinekiri’s fingers darted over buttons on the control panel. Competent. Strange. Normally he preferred to sit in the driver’s seat but he didn’t mind Hinekiri being in control. Even the bedroom rumba hadn’t been that bad. Ah man! Who was he kidding? His cock did an impromptu dance beneath the red portion of his robe. The dance had been spectacular. Richard didn’t need to hold on to anything during the landing procedure and the ship settled onto the chosen landing site without drama. He unbuckled and set Killer on the floor before standing to stretch his hands above his head, closing his eyes to enjoy the moment. Hinekiri unbuckled and stood too. “The cloaking screen is working properly now.” “Wow! Look at that!” Killer barked. Richard’s eyes popped open, and he peered out the porthole to see what all the fuss was about. Hinekiri sighed. “Pretty spectacular, huh?” “Where?” Richard said. “I can’t see anything.” “Can’t see own behind,” Killer yipped. She barked and sounded like a rusty chainsaw. Hinekiri bit her bottom lip. Richard took a moment to think about doing some biting himself before he realized the wretched woman was laughing, or trying not to, and it was something to do with him. The bloody dog was laughing as well. Richard attempted to look behind and when that didn’t work, he twisted his neck and yanked on his robe. “What the hell?” “As I said, it’s the latest fashion on Dalcon,” Hinekiri chirped. “It looks good on you.”

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“Hurt my eyes,” Killer barked. “Too much white.” “It’s see-through! You can see my butt.” Richard advanced on Hinekiri, unsure whether to throttle her or kiss the laughter from those pouty pink lips. “Woman, I dress strictly for comfort. I am not an arbiter of fashion.” “Yeah,” Hinekiri said. Her lips twitched as she attempted to control her amusement. “Maybe Richard has a little too much white going on for the strict fashion critic but we could fix that. How about a tattoo, something like mine?” “A native one,” Killer suggested. “Marryori to cover red skid marks.” “I have some grazes,” Richard corrected, holding on to his dignity for dear life. “And that would be Maori, but it won’t matter since I’m not letting anyone near my butt with a needle.” “I hold hand,” Killer yipped. “Bite on arm to distract.” “I’d kiss it all better,” Hinekiri purred. “That wouldn’t be a hardship.” Richard knew when he was being ganged up on and directed the conversation on to practicalities—his specialty. “How are we going to get to the lodge from here? What about luggage? We’re going to look strange without any. And what about clothes for me? I am not parading around flashing my butt.” Dammit, the conversation had traveled a full circle. “I have other robes. Don’t worry, you won’t look out of place.” Hinekiri spoiled her reassurances with an evil grin that left Richard feeling decidedly rattled. He never knew what was going to happen next—attacks from Torgons, talking animals, hot loving in anti-gravity rooms… Hell, the scope for embarrassment was immense. Richard inhaled deeply, seeking calm. He had to admit, it was kind of fun despite feeling unbalanced and out of control almost eighty percent of the time. “I ready. All packed,” Killer yapped. She plonked her bottom on the floor and eyed them in clear expectation. “Do they do let dogs into the lodge?” Richard asked. “I’m not sure but we’ll get around it somehow. The wee dog has had a rough time. She deserves some fun.” “Still purple,” Killer grumbled. “Not fixed. How I attract dog friend looking like this?” Richard ignored the complaint, frowning inwardly at the idea of a pack of talking dogs. He followed Hinekiri to her chamber, despite her protests that he knew which direction to go. The woman wanted to check out his ass again. He wasn’t comfortable with anyone ogling his naked butt. Ten minutes later, once Richard had exchanged robes, they assembled at the exit to the spaceship. Killer danced around their feet, yapping in a highly excited manner and generally getting in the way.

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“Richard, can you take the bags down? Killer, you go with Richard while I sort out the transport.” Hinekiri pushed a button and the door slid open. At a touch of another button, the stairs extended into position. Richard picked up two soft bags, one of which was empty, since Hinekiri had suggested they purchase some clothes for him at the lodge. He walked cautiously down the steps aware they were in the middle of the African savannah with wild animals everywhere. Killer trotted at his heels, blissfully silent for once. Hinekiri followed not long after, carrying a sturdy black bag that appeared to be made of some sort of metal because it glinted in the sun. “Here’s the transport. Glad I purchased it now, although it was a strain on the budget at the time. I use it all the time.” Right. The transport came in a suitcase. “You’re a witch. It’s a magic carpet.” “Oh no. Magic carpets are way too expensive. Most carpets are in museums or private collections these days. Besides, they were never a big hit on Dalcon. Too unreliable, taking off before the driver was ready to depart.” Okay. He wasn’t going to say another word until he saw the transport. Common sense told him it would need to fit in on Earth so Hinekiri didn’t draw unwanted attention. “Oh boy!” Killer jumped about, barking in excitement. “A Maximus 2000. What color?” “Black and silver,” Hinekiri purred, stroking the suitcase with her left hand. She set it on the ground in front of Richard. “Stand back. You don’t want to get hurt. Killer! That means you too.” Hinekiri pulled a small gadget from the jeans she’d changed into and pushed a button. Richard stared, eager to see what would happen next despite the trepidation that lay at the bottom of his gut. “Old dogs love new tricks,” he muttered. The case folded out like a flower and before Richard had time to blink, a silver and black three-wheeler motorbike stood in front of them. It had a tray piece out the back for luggage or shopping. At least he thought it was a motorbike. He approached warily in case the controls were faulty and it decided to pack up again. Instead, it erupted with a throaty roar. Richard started and clapped his hand to his heart until his pulse rate slowed to normal. Killer jumped on the small tray at the back and yipped impatiently, her tail wagging at least one hundred beats to the minute. “The luggage goes on the back,” Hinekiri said, reaching for the bags. “I’ll do it,” Richard said, swinging the two on the back beside Killer. “Oh,” Hinekiri said, her mouth forming and O of surprise. Richard wondered if a man had ever helped her out before. To him, it was natural and plain good manners. “Is there some way to secure them?”

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Hinekiri recovered quickly to push another button. A Perspex-like barrier whined up from inside a piece of silver trim. She hooked a strap over the bags before walking around to the front and straddling the bike. “Hop on behind.” Gingerly, Richard lifted his robe to knee level and climbed on behind Hinekiri. “Hold on tight,” she called over the noise of the machine. Richard swallowed, wondering at the mischief in her voice. He grasped her shoulder. The bike took off with a roar and Richard grabbed Hinekiri around the waist to avoid a tumble. Once again, his heart thudded in a crazy surge of panic. He heard Killer’s high-pitched yip—the one he’d learned meant the dog was amused. As usual, it was at his expense. They roared along a dusty track with Hinekiri’s hair blowing wildly in his face. A plume of dust billowed out behind them and the roar of their engine startled any animals within ear range. A Cape buffalo jerked its head up and stomped its front feet in plain aggravation. Richard heard the alarmed calls of a herd of zebra and saw several jewel-colored birds lift off from the safety of an acacia tree. In the distance, the buildings of the lodge were visible, but only because he knew where to look. The architects had done an excellent job of blending the lodge with nature, with low, sprawling buildings made of gray stone. Killer barked and reached over to nip his butt. When Richard turned to tell her off, she jerked her head in the other direction. Warthogs! A grin sprang to his lips when he saw the pig-like animals running flat out, their tails sticking straight up in the air. Hinekiri turned left onto the main track. It was less bumpy but the dust was about the same. It clung to his sweaty skin in a thin film. Even though he was uncomfortable, Richard knew he wouldn’t miss this experience for the world. Too bad if he was constantly off balance and worried—hell, terrified at times—about what the next minute might bring. He hadn’t felt this alive for months, maybe years. Hinekiri roared through the gates of the lodge and pulled up outside reception in the parking area. She switched the engine off and blissful silence greeted his ears. Once inside the lodge, Richard saw the grounds were full of lush plantings. Bright flowers and emerald green grass surrounded the main low-sprawling building and restaurant in stark contrast to the scrubby grass, bushes and dust of the savannah. “They must have a heap of gardeners and a hell of an irrigation system,” Richard said. “Let’s check-in,” Hinekiri said. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement, visible through the layer of dust on her face. Her violet eyes sparkled. “Killer, would you mind guarding the Maximus for me?” “Woof!” “Should we take the bags?” she asked. “Yeah.” Richard unhooked and swung them off the back of the three-wheeler. 69

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Killer remained, her eyes darting from side to side. “I keep safe.” Richard stood back to let Hinekiri go first and so he could appreciate the view. Her hips swung from side to side, drawing a rapid reaction from Richard. His cock lengthened a fraction, enough that he averted his gaze and tried to dredge up anything that would reverse the affect Hinekiri had on him. Wrong time. Later. The thought brought an even stronger reaction in his body. Richard cursed under his breath. Hell, his body hadn’t acted this unruly since he was a randy teenager. His curse turned to an internal chuckle. Heck, perhaps he shouldn’t complain. Some men his age couldn’t get it up at all. A doorman dressed in a garment of Masai red opened the double doors with alacrity. He nodded respectfully when they entered, his colorful beaded necklace swinging against his dark skin. The gentle swish of ceiling fans circulated the air, making it fractionally cooler than it was outside. Tribal masks hung on the wall over to his right, their features fierce and gruesome. To his left, he glimpsed the restaurant, a shop selling clothing and another that sold souvenirs, books and chocolate. A display of spears and shields decorated the walls near the shops while outside there was a stunning display of black and white photos depicting animals. Richard hoped they were for sale. He’d love to take a couple home as a memento of his trip. His fellow board members would be envious and Richard regretted that he’d have to keep the highlights and memories to himself. Apart from Luke, he thought brightening. He could tell Luke everything. Memories of hot sex slid stealthily into his mind. Make that almost everything. There were some things a man couldn’t share with his son. They stepped up to reception and lined up behind an English couple who had arrived before them. Alongside the reception desk, there was an area devoted to booking tours around the park, with suggestions of things to do. A large white board showed the animals spotted each day. Richard scanned the impressive list with growing excitement. Leopard. Cape Buffalo. Elephant. Wildebeest. Zebra. Lion. Warthog. Various birds. The English couple finished and Hinekiri and Richard stepped forward. Hinekiri smiled. “We have a booking under Hinekiri Haliburton-Oxnam.” “Welcome to Sunset Lodge,” the woman said in a rich, melodious voice. She perused an old-fashioned leather-bound book, running her forefinger down a list of names. “Ah yes. A private cabin. May I see a passport, please?” Hinekiri turned to him with wide eyes and a frown. “I have mine.” Richard stooped and undid the side pocket of one of the bags. “Here you go.” Haliburton-Oxnam? Wow, that was a mouthful—if it was real. He’d thought she’d said her name was Jones—probably not important in the sum of things, but it would be nice to know the real name of the woman he was having sex with. The woman opened it and glanced at his photo and name before lifting her head to study his face. She smiled. “You are from New Zealand.” 70

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“That’s right,” Richard said. “Do you know any All Blacks?” she asked, her expression one of fervent hope. “I’m afraid not.” Richard had watched New Zealand’s national rugby team play at Eden Park in Auckland on several occasions but didn’t know any of them in person. With a moue of disappointment, the woman handed him back his passport before producing a white card for them to complete. Hinekiri slid it across the wooden desk to him and the woman gave him a pen. “Breakfast is from five until ten. Lunch is from twelve to three and dinner starts at seven. You can organize tours at the desk. There’s an information pack in your room and if you have any questions, please contact us at reception.” Once he’d filled out the card with details of name, address and passport number, the woman made a notation in the leather-bound book, filed the card and gestured at a waiting man. “Cabin eight, Jonah,” she said. Jonah rushed forward to pick up their bags. “This way, please.” Hinekiri hesitated. “What about Killer?” Her voice was low so the porter couldn’t overhear. “We’ll get her as soon as we know where our cabin is situated.” Hinekiri nodded and followed Jonah outside and along a cobblestone path. They walked for several minutes and stopped when they reached a cabin at the very end near the boundary fence. “You have a view of the waterhole,” Jonah said, opening the door to the cabin. “Is very beautiful.” He placed the bags down on a special luggage rack and took them on a quick, guided tour. The cabin was done in shades of brown with touches of cream, yellow and orange to brighten the earth tones. An oil painting of a herd of elephants hung on one wall. Richard noted a group of low, comfortable chairs were grouped in a semicircle with a view over the waterhole. No need for an entertainment center when nature provided such a spectacular view outside. The floor consisted of brown tiles with thick mats woven with the same vivid and colorful patterns Richard had seen on the shields displayed on the wall at reception. There was a small kitchenette area with a fridge, which would come in handy to store food for Killer, and tea and coffee-making facilities so he could make a cup of tea when he wanted one. The bedroom was huge with another set of double doors that opened onto a verandah. Cane outdoor furniture sat ready for use. Richard imagined sitting out there prior to sunset with a cool drink. One of Luke’s friends James, had told him about the spectacular sunsets he’d seen in Africa. Now he’d be able to witness them himself. “Thank you,” Hinekiri said. Jonah stepped outside and shut the door behind him, leaving Hinekiri and Richard alone.

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Hinekiri sighed in happiness. “It’s beautiful.” She studied the shimmering waters of the waterhole. An elephant stood knee-deep in water, happily splashing while another rolled in the mud at the edge. Half a dozen wildebeest stood at the water’s edge, nervously drinking and alert for danger. “We get a private game drive as part of the package. Hopefully the driver won’t mind taking Killer along.” She grinned a toothy grin. “I’m sure I can persuade him.” “I’m sure you can,” Richard said gruffly. “I’ll go and get Killer.” “Good. I’m going to have a water shower to wash off the travel dust. There’s nothing more sensual than water running over bare skin.” “Yes.” Richard gazed at her mouth as though he wanted to eat her up. “Hurry back and join me. I think an afternoon siesta might be in order.” “Good…” Richard paused to clear his throat. “Good idea.” Hinekiri laughed softly when he departed rapidly, the door clicking shut after him. She hummed a few bars of a song she’d heard on the radio while in New Zealand as she sauntered into the bathroom. A large, tiled shower filled the corner of the room. A gleaming white pedestal hand basin was attached to another wall along with a cabinet and shelves for them to unpack their toiletries. Hinekiri made a note to hit the store at reception. Richard would need toiletries and clothes since they’d left his bag behind. Hinekiri opened the gleaming glass door of the shower and flicked on the water. She stripped off her jeans and cotton shirt with relief, letting them fall in a heap on the floor. Hinekiri stepped inside the tiled cubicle and let the cool water pour over her head. It ran over her hair, her breasts and shoulders, feeling like luxurious silk flowing over her body. Closing her eyes, she lifted her face to the water. A faint bark made her smile. Richard and Killer were here. She opened her eyes and watched Richard enter the bathroom. He hesitated before lifting his robe from the hem. She was treated to a visual feast of muscular thighs, a semi-erect penis, slim hips and a broad chest when he lifted the plain black robe over his head. He’d protested about the lack of underwear but she’d told him about visible boxer line and tighty whitie bulges—unattractive and not cool. Hinekiri smirked as she watched him stride across the tiled bathroom floor to the shower cubicle. Richard Morgan rocked in his natural state and she intended to keep him this way for as long as possible. The male had come in handy at reception, producing his passport when she’d decided to make up a story. He’d even carried the bags. Hinekiri wasn’t used to that sort of consideration and she found it very seductive. “Hello, sailor. What took you so long?” “I’m here now,” Richard said. He shut the cubicle door and drew her back against his chest, letting the water pound down on both of them. He made Hinekiri feel safe. Treasured. Happy. By the goddess—very happy. Hinekiri turned in his arms and pressed against his body, wanting to purr like a tigoth cub. Her breasts flattened with exquisite friction while the press of his cock brought a surge of arousal to her sensitized body. Standing on tiptoe, she nibbled his 72

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bottom lip, soothing the sting she inflicted with a sensual lick. His hands tightened on her shoulders when she took the kiss deeper into carnal territory. The male hummed deep in his throat. “Like that do you, sailor?” “I do.” He reached for a bar of fragrant soap and ran it over her shoulders, pushing her hair aside before spreading suds over her breasts. Hinekiri stared up at his brown eyes. They contained seriousness and maybe a hint of longing. Or was that her imagination? What she wanted to see? She was no good at this emotional stuff. Richard tugged at something deep inside. He made her want to try even harder to please him. Heck, she wanted to keep him for good. Silly really, since that was impossible. She had commitments elsewhere. Richard’s fingers strummed over her nipples sending a “hello, how’d ya do” to her womanly parts. He tugged lightly, intensifying the aching between her legs. With hardly any preliminaries she wanted him with a savage need she’d never felt before. Hinekiri stood on tiptoe and kissed him hard, letting him know of her hunger. Her womb fluttered when his mouth brushed her ear. His teeth sank into her lobe, the jolt of pain sending an answering shard of sultry promise through her veins. “Richard, I need you,” she whispered. Normally she would have taken the lead and shown him what she wanted but something, an instinct, told her to wait. Her friendship with Richard was different… “I need you too,” he answered, seconds before he took possession of her mouth. The sleek thrust of his tongue into her mouth brought a surge of liquid longing. They mated with their mouths for a long time, stoking the fires of passion higher inside Hinekiri with nibbles and licks that were highly suggestive of the sexual act. Finally, when frustration had her toes curling, he said, “Put your hands on my shoulders and hold on tight.” Mystified, Hinekiri followed orders, a tiny, feminine part of her enjoying being told what to do instead of having to puzzle it out for herself and take control. Richard lifted her easily and Hinekiri let out a shriek of surprise. He laughed. “Part your legs, woman. Yes,” he said, glancing downward before meeting her gaze with heat shining in his eyes. “Exactly, like that.” He positioned his cock at the mouth of her pussy and let Hinekiri’s weight impale her naturally. Slowly. It seemed to take ages for her to sink downward onto his cock. Hinekiri felt the slow expanding as the broad head of his penis stretched her womb. She watched where they were joined, his thick cock disappearing into her body. It was erotic. It was arousing and she loved it. Hinekiri glanced up and saw Richard was watching her. His eyes glinted while his hair lay flat to his head. Water from the shower ran down his face, leaving his lashes spiky and his mouth was wreathed in a gentle smile. “That’s perfect,” he said, when she was fully seated. “You’re so hot and tight.” He squeezed his eyes closed for a brief moment as if he were gathering control. Then he opened them again and she saw the glint of hot passion in his brown eyes. “Hold on

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and let me do the work.” He paused to kiss her, his cock throbbing inside her womb. “Enjoy.” Enjoy? Was the man mad? If she enjoyed herself much more she’d expire, then he’d have to explain a dead alien to the authorities. Grinning, Hinekiri let her eyes drift closed and prepared to savor every second of this precious gift. Richard grasped her hips and lifted her body before letting her sink back onto his erection. Exquisite friction dragged at her delicate inner muscles. He lifted her again, repeating the move until Hinekiri felt as though she were in a sexual dream sequence. Jolts of pleasurable excitement started with a spark, building higher and higher with each steady thrust from Richard’s hard cock. She arched her back, rocking in counterpoint to each of his plunging thrusts, teasing herself. Hinekiri continued to hold on with one hand while the other roamed across his chest, testing resilient flesh with her fingers and teasing his flat nipples into prominence. Richard started to move faster. He grunted and Hinekiri’s eyes flew open to stare at him. His face was drawn tight, his expression one of leashed power. Desire for her and only her. Their eyes met and held, and in that perfect moment, Hinekiri shattered into a spectacular release, locking her muscles in place to prolong the intense pleasure spilling through her body. Her breathing was harsh, audible above the shower of water pouring over their joined bodies. Seconds later Richard let out a hoarse cry. Breathing rapidly, his hands gripped her tightly and he let her fall against his chest. She felt the thunder of his heart, the spasms of his cock deep in her pussy and the way he held her so tenderly brought a lump to her throat. “Richard,” she whispered, feeling mindless and weak and very satisfied. The man—he was sharing. He cared about his partner’s pleasure. It made what she’d experienced imminently precious. It made the males in her past seem lacking. Seem? They had been severely lacking. His eyes opened. “Yeah?” “That was amazing.” Stunning. When could she do it again? He smirked. “Yeah.” “Ah, a man of many words,” Hinekiri teased. Exhilaration pumped through her body along with something close to happiness. Richard separated their bodies and let Hinekiri stand. They washed rapidly under tepid water but Hinekiri had another motive. She wanted to take this further in an Earth bed. Ever since her first sighting of Richard, she’d fantasized about having her wicked way with him in a bed. “You and Killer get in enough words to make up for my lack,” Richard said. “Huh!” Hinekiri washed the last of the soap off, pushed open the glass door and deftly flipped the water to cold before she stepped out of range. Richard’s holler was music to her ears. Grinning she grabbed a cream-colored towel off the rack and wiped off. When Richard switched off the water, she handed him a towel too. 74

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“That was mean.” “I know,” Hinekiri said, wrapping a robe around her body. She tied the belt and opened the door into the main living space. “Where’s Killer? Oh look. A sunset! Do you want to sit out with a drink and watch before we go to dinner?” “I thought we might retire.” Richard stepped up beside her and scanned the horizon. “On second thoughts, we have all night to retire. Let’s neck instead.”

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Chapter Eight “I can’t find Killer,” Hinekiri said. “She’ll be here somewhere. She promised me she wouldn’t wander off on her own when we discussed it on the way to the cabin.” Richard peered inside the well-stocked bar fridge. “Looks like it might be beer or a gin and tonic. Which would you prefer?” “I’ll try a gin and tonic.” “Killer!” Hinekiri called. She settled into one of the cane chairs on their verandah and gazed over the waterhole with a sigh of appreciation. The last remnants of the sun had cast a bright orange glow over the trees and water. Simply beautiful. “Killer!” “I come,” Killer said. Hinekiri turned in the direction of the bark and watched a shaking bush. Richard set a cool drink in front of her just as the dog shot from under the bushes. “Where— By the goddess! What is that smell?” “Shit!” Richard said, setting his beer down on the glass-topped cane table. He squeezed his nose with his fingers and Hinekiri followed suit. They both stared at the dog. “How you know?” Killer’s dark eyes narrowed. “You spy on me?” Hinekiri let go of her nose and laughed. “No. We were in the shower, which is where you should be.” “Not like getting wet,” the dog said, backing up rapidly. A soft, tentative whimper sounded from behind Killer. Hinekiri’s gaze arrowed toward the sound. “Who have you got in the bushes with you?” “No one,” Killer said, her gaze sliding away to look everywhere except at Hinekiri or Richard. “Killer,” Hinekiri said in a stern voice. “What have you been up to?” “Nothin’. Do ya have any food?” “Killer.” “Bored listening to sound from shower. Went outside.” “I told you not to go out on your own,” Richard said, his voice accusing. He dropped into the seat beside Hinekiri. “It’s dangerous out there.” “I thirsty. Went to waterhole for drink,” Killer barked. “And,” Hinekiri prompted.

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“Met locals. Invited for visit,” Killer said, glancing at the bush behind her. “Had fun. Roll in zebra poo to hide scent from wildebeest. Chase. Friend come to my house for visit and food.” “That solves the mystery of the smell.” Hinekiri glanced at Richard. He shrugged before turning back to Killer. “Better invite them out to say hello.” His voice held a touch of caution. Hinekiri didn’t blame him in the slightest. She was feeling a trifle apprehensive herself. Who knew with Killer? It could be anything in that bush… “Come out, come out,” Killer yapped. Slowly, the bushes parted and a grinning face poked out. Hinekiri’s breath stalled. Nope, it wasn’t a person as she’d hoped. The creature had a huge head with roundish shaped ears, a sloping back and slender legs with a short tail. A little bigger than Killer, its body appeared yellowish-red although it was a little hard to tell with the mud and zebra poo that covered its body and stubby mane. Here and there a dark brown spot showed through the mud. Its teeth were bared in a dopey grin, the lowered head making the creature appear shy. “That’s a bloody hyena.” Richard’s cane chair groaned when he shot to his feet. The hyena started and let out a squeak of alarm. Killer bared her teeth in a growl and the hyena sat. “Don’t move quick. You frighten friend Harry.” “Well,” Hinekiri said. “It’s nice of your friend to visit.” Richard wrinkled his nose. “Harry could have had a bath before he came visiting.” “Do ya have any food? Harry and I hungry,” Killer said, cocking her head in an expectant manner. “Food. Do ya have any?” Hinekiri inhaled deeply and immediately regretted it. “No food until you both wash.” Killer stared, her black eyes narrowing. Hinekiri stared right back, refusing to back down. Finally, with a huge put-upon doggy sigh she turned to Harry and yapped at him. Harry’s grin never wavered as he chatted back with a series of yaps and grunts. Then as one, the pair trotted off toward the waterhole, leaving a stunned silence behind them. “Luke is never gonna believe me,” Richard said. “Do you really have dog food?” “I purchased some while you went to your meeting and packed it when Killer decided to come along. I’d better go and get it.” Hinekiri stood but couldn’t resist watching the approach of the night. The last sliver of sun disappeared below the horizon. Fiery swathes of orange and red and yellow blazed before slowly fading to black. “That was beautiful.” “Maybe we can watch the whole thing tomorrow night without interruptions,” Richard suggested, his voice low and husky. Hinekiri suppressed a shiver, not because she was cold but because Richard’s voice did erotic things to her body. Slowly, she turned from temptation and walked into their 77

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room to retrieve the Killer snacks. It wouldn’t do to become too used to this happiness. The day was fast approaching when she and Richard would go their separate ways. “Where food?” Oops. Killer and Harry were back. Hinekiri rifled through her bag and pulled out a huge bag of bone-shaped biscuits. She hurried back outside, taking the bag with her. “I’m not sure the bath has improved the matter,” Richard said. Hinekiri bit back a snigger. Killer and Harry were covered in a brownish-red dust. She sniffed cautiously. At least they smelled better. “Okay, guys. Only three bones each. Richard and I are going for dinner. We’ll try and bring you back some meat.” “Acceptable,” Killer said, and she started a series of yaps and barks directed at Harry. “We hang out here while you go dinner. Tired after chasing wildebeest. Should be called uglybeest,” she added. Hinekiri handed over the bone biscuits. She turned to Richard. “I’ll get dressed and go to the shop to buy you some clothes to wear for dinner. You can worm a few details out of Killer. I want to know where she met Harry.” “Uh, shades of When Harry met Killer. I’ll grab my wallet from the bag. Do you think they’ll take New Zealand dollars? Or will I need to use my credit card?” “I’ll get them to charge it to our room. We can sort it out later.” Hinekiri turned away to hide her stunned surprise. Her confusion. She’d just assumed that she’d pay for everything. That’s what she always did with any males she met up with during the course of her travels. It sort of made her feel better about the temporary status of the relationship. But Richard just kept breaking all the rules. He made her care… Hinekiri forced herself to walk away and into the separate bedroom. Absently, she unbelted her robe and drew Earth lingerie from her bag—a wispy black bra and matching bikini panties. She dressed rapidly, sprayed on some vanilla-scented perfume and drew out a bold, sea green robe with a thigh-high split. She dragged a brush through her hair and expertly wound it into a braid just like Janaya wore, fastening it with a jeweled circlet to prevent her hair from unraveling and adding several small, jeweled combs for decoration. She thrust her feet into black strappy slides, picked up a small black beaded purse and set out for reception. Half an hour later, she returned from her shopping expedition, a porter following with half a dozen bags. “Thank you, Noah,” she said when the porter had stacked all the bags on top of the wooden coffee table for her. “No problem, Hinekiri.” With a cheery wave, he departed. “Hey, Richard,” she called. “I have your clothes.” She heard a series of yaps and a higher whistling bark before Richard came inside. “You have got to hear what Killer— Whoa! Did you buy out the entire shop?”

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Hinekiri sauntered up to him and winked before lifting her head for a kiss. She couldn’t seem to help the feminine need to touch her lover. “Only half the shop, sailor. I left merchandise for the other hotel guests.” “You look beautiful,” he whispered, his eyes glinting with sensual heat. “Are you sure we can’t have dinner here?” “We could,” Hinekiri conceded, “but then I wouldn’t be able to entice you into dancing with me under the stars. I’ve seen how humans dance but haven’t had a chance to try it out. Could we dance?” Hell, when she looked at him like that, Richard wanted to give her everything. The slinky blue-green gown she wore fitted her form closely and every time she moved, he got a flash of firm, slender thigh. Beautiful. Sexy. His. “I’d like that, sweetheart. Come and help me choose what to wear and I’ll tell you about Killer and Harry while I dress. You’ll never believe it!” Richard grabbed the bags in one hand and guided Hinekiri into the bedroom before it hit him. His. He thought of Hinekiri as his. Shit, when had that crept up on him? He never made quick decisions—well, apart from flying off into the wild blue yonder in a spaceship. That had been a bit on the fast side but he gave every other decision in his life a great deal of thought. It had taken him three weeks to decide to take the plunge and invest in Alicia’s condom company. Hinekiri sorted through the bags and plucked out a pair of khaki trousers and a long-sleeved white shirt plus black boxer shorts and dark socks. “How’s this?” “Looks fine,” Richard said. At least it was normal and not transparent. He started to dress and found everything fitted perfectly. Women seemed good at that. He had no idea how they did it. Ten minutes later they left Killer and Harry guarding their cabin—with the door open so they could go outside—and went off for dinner and dancing. A soft breeze stirred the rapidly cooling air. Some sort of insect chirped and clacked away in the tree they passed. The soft sound of lovers laughing together came through an open window. Richard drew Hinekiri close so no one would overhear him but in reality, he wanted to hold her next to him and stake his possession. The act of a caveman. Hell, yeah! But that didn’t stop Richard from following the instinct that shouted at him to hold her. “Evidently Harry is having woman…um…girl hyena problems,” Richard said. “A hyena called Livi.” Hinekiri chuckled. “Tell me more. This has the makings of a good story.” “Seems Harry wasn’t particularly interested in this girl hyena but his family are keen on the match. They’ve even built him a marital burrow. Everything is ready for Harry and the girl hyena to move in and have a litter.” “Except for Harry.”

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“Yep. Harry came to this neighborhood to get some alone time and met Killer. They struck up a friendship—Killer assured me there was no hanky-panky going on—and she told Harry he could hang out with us for a while.” “Well, I suppose that’s okay. It would keep Killer occupied because I’m not sure the lodge would approve of a dog on the premises. This is a National Park, after all.” Richard nodded. “That’s what I thought so I said it was okay as long as they kept out of trouble.” “Hmmm,” Hinekiri said. “I would have bet that was near impossible for Killer but I’m willing if you are.” A smirk grew before Richard could register the fact. “That’s mighty fine to know. Lady, you’re on a promise.” The dining room overlooked part of the waterhole. The doors onto the verandah outside were open to make the most of the view and the cooler air. About twenty tables of various sizes were set with pristine white tablecloths. The silver cutlery and crystal glasses gleamed under the soft light. Candles flickered at the tables occupied by diners while the scent of food made Richard’s stomach grumble. A waiter strode past with a steak and some sort of fish on another plate. He sighed. Felicity would have loved this formal setting. The thought flickered and passed with minimal regret. She would have hated the long plane flight necessary to get here and the dust would have played hell with her allergies. Hinekiri however, seemed to slip into whatever role was required of her at the time. A hostess greeted them with a broad smile. “This way please.” As they followed the hostess, the tinkle of music started up and Richard saw a three-piece band on the verandah. Two couples headed outside to dance beneath the stars. Richard saw the wistful look Hinekiri sent in that direction and smiled. If his lady wanted dancing beneath the stars, then that is what she’d get. They slid into their seats, accepted menus and a wine list. “Your waiter will be with you shortly,” the hostess said. Richard leaned toward Hinekiri. “If we order quickly, we should manage to get a dance or two in before our meal arrives.” Beaming, Hinekiri opened her menu, glanced at the contents and slammed it shut. “I’ll have the crocodile tail.” “Would you like wine? Maybe something from South Africa?” “Good idea. I like to try the local stuff.” The waiter approached and Richard placed their order. “Crocodile for the lady. I’ll have a medium-rare steak and we’ll have a bottle of the Pinot Noir.” The waiter scribbled down the order on his pad. “Thank you, sir.” “Shall we dance?” Richard asked.

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Hinekiri bounded to her feet, the excitement on her face making her eyes sparkle. A fist tightened around Richard’s heart. How the hell had he lucked out with this woman? She was attractive, capable, had a sense of humor and was damned sexy to boot. Nothing seemed to faze her—not purple-suited pansies attacking or talking dogs turning up with their hyena friends. “Are you rich?” he blurted as they stepped outside. “I earn good currency from my work,” Hinekiri said. Yeah, figured. She was rich too. Why the hell would she want a Kiwi cop? Stunned by the depths of his disappointment, Richard took her into his arms and started to waltz. She never hesitated, following with the ease of a woman who had danced many times before. Richard snorted inwardly even as he held her close. It figured. A woman like Hinekiri did everything well. Why would she need a man like him when she could have anyone? A voice shouted without warning inside his head. “Richard, stop feeling sorry for yourself,” the voice said. “Enjoy the adventure. Don’t spoil it and sour the moment before it ends. You are a fine man and you deserve happiness!” Richard misstepped and almost set his foot on top of one of Hinekiri’s dainty feet. That voice had sounded a lot like Felicity’s when she was in a snippy mood. Richard blinked at the silent lecture going on in his head. He inhaled deeply, his nose and chin brushing Hinekiri’s soft, fragrant hair. Felicity was right. As always. And with a smile he danced with Hinekiri beneath the twinkling stars and bright moon. Over her shoulder, he saw the distant glint of the waterhole and the silhouettes of several acacia trees on the other side. They were in Africa. It was a grand adventure but there was still a problem. Richard thought he might be falling in love… After dinner and several more dances, they wandered back to their room carrying two doggy bags. Richard opened the door for Hinekiri to enter and the smell of wet dog hair hit him straight away. “Eew,” Hinekiri said, flapping her hand in front of her nose. “That’s horrid.” “You back,” Killer said. “Bout time. We hungry.” “I’ll open the door a bit wider and windows,” Richard said. “Killer, outside. Harry too. I’ll serve up dinner out on the verandah.” Killer’s tail wagged so hard it blurred. “Yay! Food. Come, Harry.” She trotted outside and the young hyena trotted after her. “Aw, isn’t that sweet,” Hinekiri said when the two creatures planted their butts on the verandah and waited for dinner, their eyes glued firmly on the two doggy bags she carried. “Good smell,” Killer said, her tail thumping the wooden verandah. Harry yapped and whistled in agreement.

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“At least they didn’t go into the bedroom,” Richard said, taking a minute to enjoy the way Hinekiri’s long dress tightened over her ass when she bent over to serve dinner for the canines. He watched her rip open the bags so the contents were easy to get to and move away so they could start dinner. “That’s the two of them sorted,” Hinekiri said. “Good.” Richard waggled his eyebrows in a comical manner even though he didn’t feel like laughing. He was pretty sure his feelings for Hinekiri were unshakable. But she was leaving once they returned to Sloan. He had to keep reminding himself of that fact. “I’m ready to call on that promise we spoke of earlier.” “I’m with you, sailor.” Richard offered her his arm and they strolled inside and headed for the bedroom. Of course he could talk to her… Nah, bad idea. It smacked of wearing his heart on his sleeve. She’d made it clear she was leaving. He’d just go with Felicity’s advice and enjoy the adventure. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” He ran his gaze over her bare arms and the deep V of bronzed skin, the shadowed cleavage and plump rounds of her breasts. Richard couldn’t see her skin markings because her lingerie covered them, but he knew they were there. She was so sexy and confident, and she was his until she left Earth. He was a damned fool wanting more. “No. I’m all ears.” Richard grinned. “Yep, I can see they’re waggling. Now, let me see.” He tugged on the jeweled clip that fastened her hair. Slowly and reverently he undid the thick plait and ran his fingers through the fragrant blonde locks. Bending his head, Richard breathed deeply, drawing in the vanilla scent of her damp hair. “Your hair is beautiful. Soft.” Richard cupped her face and stroked his thumb over her soft, pink lips. Without warning, Hinekiri opened her mouth and took his thumb inside her warm mouth. She sucked, her cheeks hollowing slightly. Richard felt the suction clear to his toes. His breath caught, a tremor working down his body and surging into his cock. His breath eased out with a slight hiss. Oh man. The woman had a talented mouth. She let go of his thumb with an audible smack. Her violet eyes twinkled up at him. “What else? Surely not just my hair?” Richard smiled at the blatant demand for compliments. A woman like Hinekiri must receive attention all the time. The woman probably had a man on every planet she visited. She was such a sexual being. A shocking flirt. His grin widened. “Your eyes remind me of precious amethysts. The color of your lips reminds me of sweet cotton candy. And your breasts…” Richard watched said breasts rise and fall with increasing rapidity. He reached behind her and fumbled for a zipper. When he didn’t find one, he glanced at her. “What’s the secret word to unfasten your gown?” “My name.” “Say it,” he said with quiet insistence.

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“Hine…” She swallowed under his intense scrutiny. Richard leaned down and kissed her tenderly. He tasted the wine they’d drunk with dinner, spicy and rich. He’d meant to keep the kiss light but couldn’t resist lingering. His tongue slipped inside to explore and savor. Languid and lazy, the kiss went on until the need to breathe drove him to lift his head. Her eyes drifted open, her pupils big and black against the soft violet. She looked confused. Shell-shocked. And she made him smile. “Go on,” he whispered against her lips. “Say the word.” Her gaze met his, still uncertain and maybe a trifle shy. Uncharacteristic for her but he liked the subtle change. It made him feel stronger and more certain that what was between them was meant to be. “Say it.” “Hinekiri,” she whispered. The sexy sea green gown parted enough that the material fell down her arms and she had to hold the bodice in place. “Let it go,” Richard said. Hinekiri let her arms fall to her sides and the fabric fell away from her breasts, catching for an instant on the erect tips of her nipples and her bra before falling with a whoosh to pool on the ground at her feet. Richard helped her step from the circle of material. “Let me look at you,” he murmured, standing back to take in the awe-inspiring vision in front of him. “Oh yeah. Beautiful and very sexy.” Hinekiri’s mouth worked as if she might speak and then to his astonishment tears welled in her eyes. One ran down her cheek. She gulped and ripped her gaze off his face. “Hinekiri? Sweetheart, what is it? Why are you crying?” Hell, he wouldn’t upset her for the world. He hadn’t felt about a woman like this since Felicity. Hadn’t wanted to have sex with another woman as much as he wanted Hinekiri. He approached her warily, unsure of how she’d react to his touch. Hell, he didn’t pretend to understand what made females tick. They constantly surprised the heck out of him. When she didn’t flinch, he drew her into his arms but allowed enough space between them that he could watch her face. To his dismay another tear ran down her cheek. “What is it, sweetheart? You can tell me anything.” Their bodies jostled together, sending “hello, thrilled to see you” messages to his groin. Richard tried to control his reaction, but since meeting Hinekiri, his cock had developed a mind of its own. Blood surged, pooling low and his cock jutted out, pressing painfully against his khaki trousers. “I’m sorry. I…it’s nothing you’ve done.” Hinekiri made a hiccupping sound and sniffed. “Well, it is, but it’s not what you think.”

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Okay, now he was really confused. He patted his pockets for a hanky but came up empty. He hurried into the bathroom and grabbed a handful of tissues off the top of the vanity unit. Richard handed them to Hinekiri and watched while she dabbed at her face. “You’d better tell me,” he said and he led her toward the bed, gently pushing her down to sit. He perched uneasily beside her, part of him wanting to bolt instead of attempting to deal with feminine emotions. Despite his age, he felt as ineffectual as he had when he was a teenager. “No one has ever told me I’m beautiful before,” she mumbled. “I have,” he protested instantly. He was sure he’d told her. It was nothing more than the truth. Richard stared at her face, her damp violet eyes and his gut churned. Confusion didn’t quite cover the spectrum of his feelings in this instant. “But you mean it,” Hinekiri said. “You like me as I am, faults and all.” “You don’t have any faults, Hinekiri. You’re beautiful. Sexy. Capable.” “Capable.” Hinekiri jerked upright, almost decking him with her elbow. “I hate that word!” Her eyes flashed and he saw something else. Strength. Determination. “Don’t,” Richard said quietly, patting her shoulder in an awkward manner. His tongue felt thick and his brain had frozen up, but dammit, he was going to try to explain it to her. He cleared his throat, preparing to begin even though he had no idea how to make this evening right. It had been going so well. “Do you have any idea how refreshing it is to find a woman who can think for herself, who takes everything she finds in her path in her stride without breaking down and having hysterics? You’re intelligent. I know that despite the act you put on sometimes.” “Males don’t like intelligent, capable women.” “Tell me what they want then,” Richard said, still at a loss as to what was happening here tonight—how his plans for hot sex had slid right down the toilet right in front of his eyes. “They want someone young, capable of bearing many children. They want someone who is accomplished in all the feminine arts, a female who is submissive and follows orders at all times.” Hinekiri paused to take a breath and to scrub the back of her hand over her damp eyes before leaping to her feet. She stood in front of him like a nervous youngster, shredding the tissues in her restless hands. “They want a female with a compatible horoscope.” Oh hell. Richard’s eyes widened and traces of irritation unfurled inside. Not that bloody mumbo-jumbo stuff. He’d fallen in a minefield. Richard thought rapidly, trying to understand. Best he proceed with due care. “That is not what I look for in a woman.” The moment the words left his mouth, he knew exactly what he did want. It was Hinekiri. Hinekiri in all her guises—tough, confident, capable, independent, sexy, teasing, generous and loving.

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Richard stood, his jaw flexing with determination. This was gonna come from the heart and if it sounded hokey, then so be it. “I look for a woman who makes me laugh, a woman who makes me forget everything when I’m with her.” “Like your wife Felicity?” A pang of sadness pierced him then. He’d loved Felicity but their marriage had been far from a perfect partnership toward the end. If Felicity hadn’t become sick, he wondered if they’d still be together. A sliver of guilt pierced his conscience at the disloyal thought, but if Hinekiri and him had a chance, he needed to tell the truth. “Felicity and I were in love when we married,” he said carefully. Richard closed his eyes for a second, thinking of their wedding day and the promise they’d sealed with a kiss. ’Til death do part. His eyes flickered open to find Hinekiri’s gaze fixed on him. “We grew apart and ended up wanting different things. In truth, if Felicity were still alive, I don’t think we’d still be together. We changed.” “On Dalcon, we mate for life. Once the last ceremony is completed we are bound.” “So where do the horoscopes come into the equation?” “We have a caste system with the royal family at the top and the nobles on the tier below. My family belongs to the merchant caste, which is one tier lower still. Mostly the castes mate within their caste, but if the horoscopes are compatible the mating ceremony with a different caste might go ahead with the agreement of the families.” Richard caught the flicker of intense sadness and yearning that flashed across Hinekiri’s face. “What else?” She shuddered but produced a game smile. “Nothing else. Let’s make love.”

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Chapter Nine Hinekiri stood and slid her feet from the shoes before kicking them under the bed. Swallowing, she inhaled deeply and attempted to stuff the pain she normally kept tucked away out of mind, back into hiding. It didn’t want to go, so instead she sought distraction. Richard. The man was everything she’d ever wanted, dreamed about. Everything she’d never have since she was destined to remain unmated. “What about it, sailor?” Hinekiri managed a wink as she sauntered closer to the tall, silent male. The knowledge that his marriage hadn’t been a total success was a surprise, but he had children—a son and a daughter. Hinekiri had no one to love and pass on the wisdom garnered from her years. Apart from Janaya. Janaya was the closest thing to a daughter she would ever have, which was why Hinekiri was so determined Janaya didn’t go through the ceremony with Santana. The male was a worm despite his noble status and she couldn’t think of a worse match for her niece, no matter what the horoscopes said. She forced a smile and trailed her hand across Richard’s shoulder. The warmth from his body seared through the thin cotton shirt he wore, the heat as hot as the intensity in his brown eyes. “Why do you call me sailor?” “You remind me of a friend. He traveled through space, mostly trading but doing a bit of piracy. Glaxo always said he was a sailor, sailing the universe.” “A boyfriend?” Richard’s words were gruff and held a demand to know. Hinekiri’s smile was gentle and understanding as she peeked at Richard through lowered lashes. When it came to possessiveness, she was beginning to understand. She shouldn’t feel jealousy toward Richard’s wife yet she did. “Glaxo died many years ago in an interplanetary war. You look a little bit like him.” If only he knew about her unsuccessful relationships—the mummy’s boy, the abuser, the sex addict. Oh yeah, she could pick them all right. “Oh.” Richard planted a soft kiss on her forehead. Hinekiri frowned. She wanted more than a pity kiss from him tonight. Her head jerked backward and her chin thumped him in the nose. “Ow!” He held his nose before gingerly touching the painful spot with his fingers. “What did you do that for? If you don’t want sex all you have to do is say.” Of course she wanted him. That was the problem. She wanted him too much.

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“Sorry.” Pity surged from deep in her heart, curling through her body and the far reaches of her mind. Every time she found a male she liked it all went wrong— dreadfully, horribly wrong. The horoscope her family had commissioned was accurate and she was destined to live alone. Sadly, it had taken her time to believe. “I can’t seem to do anything right.” To her mortification, tears formed in her eyes again. She was turning into a water fountain. Fodo crap, she wasn’t going to cry. She was not. Richard rubbed his nose in a rueful manner but his eyes gleamed with hot intent. “I don’t intend to let a little accident stop us from making love. It would take much more than that.” Hinekiri wanted to ask what would stop him but fear paralyzed her vocal cords so she nodded instead and concentrated on holding her emotions together. Her lapse had to be caused by something she’d eaten here on Earth. Perhaps she should dress again and go outside to chat with Killer and Harry. “Come here.” Richard unbuttoned his shirt, never taking his eyes off her. Hinekiri took half a step before the unveiling of his chest distracted her attention—a broad, muscular chest that would be the envy of many a younger male. He shrugged and the shirt slipped off his shoulders and slid to the tiled floor. “That’s not close enough.” Her heart thumped in expectation. Hinekiri liked him in this dominant mood, when he took over and let her take the feminine role. Yet, earlier in the spaceship, he’d let her have control with only a few initial protests. She took a small step forward and then another until her breasts nudged his chest. Her nipples hardened to taut points and little ripples of sensation, much like an electrical current surged through her veins. Hinekiri’s eyelids lowered, closing out the light so she could immerse herself in the pleasure of his touch. She inhaled and exhaled with a whoosh, the friction of the silky cloth against her nipples sending another series of fizzing sensations around her body. “I think we’ll take this off.” Richard reached behind her back and twisted his wrist in an expert move that unfastened the hooks with minimum fuss. He smoothed the silky black cups away from her breasts and tugged the straps down her arms, baring her markings to his eyes. Hinekiri kept her eyes firmly closed the entire time, wanting lots of memory snapshots to store for later when she was working alone charting a far-flung planet. His fingers traced across the base of her breast and kneaded the plump fullness with slow attention to detail. He followed the swirls of her Dalconian age tattoos and she felt the moist touch of his tongue skirt along the spirals at the base of her right breast. Guaranteed to send her over the edge into pleading. She forced her eyes open so she could see his expression. Intent. Hungry. It sent another surge of excitement winding through her veins, licking nerves and pleasure points along the way. “Please touch me,” she whispered. “Oh I intend to,” he promised in a husky voice.

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The blood thrummed through her body and she could feel the excitement building between her legs, the slow pulse of arousal, the swelling of her feminine parts. He flicked one turquoise nipple with a forefinger making her gasp. The touch reverberated, producing a surge of liquid arousal between her legs. Hinekiri stepped from foot to foot, the change of weight distribution dragged the crotch of her panties across her clit. She groaned at the spasm of pleasure. “Did I hurt you?” Surprise tinged his voice and he jerked his hand from her breast. Hinekiri missed the heat from his hands and fingers straight away. “No. You didn’t hurt me. I felt your touch down here.” Hinekiri let her hand drop to her panties and cupped herself lightly. “Yeah? Wanna show me?” “In detail?” “Yeah. I want to watch. Just a sec.” He squatted in front of her and drew the black panties down her legs then helped her balance when she stepped out of them. “Part your legs a fraction. Yeah, that’s better. Now show me where.” “You’re a voyeur,” Hinekiri said, the snap of embarrassment in her words. Weird since she was usually the one who teased. “I want to share everything with you,” he whispered. “Anything that gives us both pleasure can’t be wrong. Watching you touch yourself will give me pleasure.” This man constantly changed the rules. She’d thought she was in control as she always controlled a relationship, but Richard didn’t play by the rules. The Kiwi cop made them up as he went along. “I dare you.” The male was baiting her now. Hinekiri sucked in a much-needed breath to attempt to focus on wresting back control. Her hands cupped her breasts and she pinched one nipple between her thumb and forefinger. It didn’t feel quite as good as when Richard touched her but then she glanced down and caught his gaze. By the goddess! The next time she repeated the move, something volcanic erupted in her pussy. Arousal appeared between her legs in a liquid gush. Richard settled his butt on the floor and leaned back against the bed, a small smile playing on his lips as he watched. His gaze strummed across her face, her breasts and lower. This man… He… Hinekiri swallowed and let her hand drift downward, across her ribs and belly until it rested on her pubic bone. “Go on,” he encouraged. Hinekiri noticed the bulge at his groin and the frozen appearance of that smile. Although he appeared calm, Richard was feeling the heat of their love play. Her fingers slipped a fraction lower until she hit the delicate turquoise blue of her pussy lips. They were swollen and parted easily to reveal the swollen hood of her clitoris. Hinekiri

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skimmed a forefinger across the tiny nub and felt the corresponding buzz. A soft sigh slid through her parted lips. “Just like that,” she whispered. “You’re so wet and turned on.” Richard bounded to his feet without warning. “Hold that feeling,” he gritted out before scooping Hinekiri off her feet and dropping her in the center of the king-size bed. He unbuckled his belt and ripped down the zipper on his trousers. His cock burst free as he peeled both trousers and underwear down in one swift move. “Damn. Forgot the boots.” He sat on the edge of the bed and unlaced the boots before toeing them off. His black socks followed seconds later. Richard stood and kicked away the last of his clothing before approaching the bed, serious intent showing in his expression. Hinekiri waggled her fingers and grinned to hide sudden nervousness. “Bring it on, sailor,” she chirped. “Oh I intend to. This one is going to happen my way. We can do kinky, alien stuff later.” His husky words brought an image of them making love on the spaceship and using the hologram machine. She stored that one away for later. Kinky, alien stuff she could do with her hands tied behind her back. A giggle erupted. Literally speaking regarding the tying up. “Sounds good to me.” Richard moved across the bed, the expression in his eyes sending a tremble through Hinekiri. He parted her legs and guided his penis to the mouth of her pussy without further preliminaries. With one seamless thrust he impaled her then stilled, a weird look on his face. “Tell me again we don’t need to worry about contraception or anything,” he muttered. “I visit the medical experts on a regular basis,” Hinekiri said, reveling in the sense of fullness as he stretched her pussy. She lifted her pelvis and smiled at the way his cock flexed inside her womb. “I have to since I travel to unexplored worlds. As to the other, my shots are up to date but I am at the upper age limit for bearing undergrowns. There is little danger involved.” “Good to hear.” Richard withdrew before plunging deep into her pussy again. Hinekiri’s muscles clamped down on his cock as he set up a rapid thrust and withdraw that made her head reel. The pleasure, the sensations layered one on top of the other. And then he kissed her. Slowly and tenderly before making it as fast and furious as their loving. The sleek thrust of his tongue mirrored the pounding of his cock. Each thrust hit her needy clit, dragged at internal muscles, pushing her higher and higher. Hinekiri gulped between kisses, the need to remember every touch and sensation burning within. The weight of his muscled body moving within hers was so much better than sex alone with a hologram. So much better. The pleasurable sensations and the way he filled her so completely. The friction between their sweat-sheened bodies. The salty tang of his skin. The hint of wine from his magical mouth. Even the smells of heated bodies and arousal were memorable.

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Her womb tightened at the next surge of his cock and his mouth moved down to her breast. The bed creaked in protest but he never hesitated. He took a turquoise nipple inside his warm mouth and drew hard at the same time he moved. A prickling sensation radiated outward from her clitoris. It bloomed, growing bigger. Better. Hinekiri gasped and gripped his powerful shoulders as he continued to suckle her breast. Then, when she thought she couldn’t bear the pleasure-pain a second longer, her body exploded with a series of rapid spasms. She groaned, which seemed to act as a signal to Richard. His mouth let go of her nipple with an audible pop. He pounded into her before freezing, fully impaled with a massive groan and shudder of his body. Hinekiri savored the weight of him, pressing her into the mattress, the trickle of perspiration that seeped between her breasts. Magic. Pure magic. Her body tingled from head to foot although on second thought maybe that was because the blood circulation was being cut off. She wriggled and the tingling eased. Richard groaned again before taking the hint, rolling over and taking Hinekiri with him. She ended up sprawled across him while their lower limbs were entwined and their bodies still joined. Her hair spread across his chest in a wild tangle. His arms came around her and he squeezed her tightly before smoothing his hand over her head and gently untangling her curls with his fingers. Hinekiri felt the rapid beat of his heart beneath her shoulder and knew the experience had been just as magical for him. She lifted her head and smoothed his damp hair off his forehead. Richard grinned up at her. “When I was younger I’d be ready to go again,” he said. “The mind is willing but the flesh is a step or two behind.” “A cuddle is fine with me, sailor.” More than fine. Hinekiri could count the number of times a male had cuddled her after bed sport on one hand. Richard reached up to draw her head down. Their lips collided and he smiled against them before taking possession and kissing her tenderly. His cock jumped inside her womb and Hinekiri sighed. By the goddess, this male was a keeper.

***** “Do ya have any food?” The click of claws drew closer to the bed. Richard was sure he’d shut the door then remembered he’d gone out to grab a snack in the middle of the night. He cracked open his eyes and saw he was face to face with two furry muzzles and a gazillion, sharp, white teeth. He backed up to the middle of the bed in a hurry. “Food. Do ya have any?” Killer demanded. Hinekiri stirred on the other side of the bed. She sat up, the bedcovers falling to her waist. “I’ll order some from the restaurant.” “No clothes,” Killer yipped, holding one paw over Harry’s eyes. “Harry and I young. Impressionable. You need set good example!”

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Richard chuckled. “Go out and let us get dressed. Then we’ll think about food.” “Okay.” Killer barked at Harry and they turned around to trot from the room. “Luke is never going to believe this.” Richard’s brows drew together when he replayed the events of the last few days through his mind in a slow-moving movie. Of course some of it was private, but other parts he couldn’t wait to blurt out. Talking dogs. Spaceships with zero-gravity rooms. Nah, maybe he’d censor that last bit. Richard’s mind took a slight detour to factor in Janaya, Hinekiri’s niece, and a slow grin bloomed. “Maybe he will since he already knows about Killer.” He reached across the bed and lunged at Hinekiri, caging her within his arms, trapping her flat on the mattress before she had a chance to move. Lowering his head, he stopped with their lips a whisper apart. An almost kiss and all the promise entailed. She grinned up at him, a toothy grin that brought an answering smile. “Hold that thought, sailor. We need to get moving. I organized a game drive this morning.” She glanced at the bedside clock. “We have half an hour to make it to reception.” “A kiss first.” Hinekiri closed the gap and took possession of his lips, nibbling and licking until his cock went through a series of enthusiastic morning push-ups. “Well hello, sailor!” Of course she’d notice. Richard coughed to clear his throat but that only seemed to make his cock jump and push slyly against Hinekiri’s silky skin. “I thought we were going on a game drive.” “We are. Like I said—hold the enthusiasm for later.” Hinekiri lightly bit his neck before bounding from the bed to smirk at him. “I’m going to have a five-second shower. She scampered into the en suite while Richard gathered up clothes and followed more leisurely. A sense of acute anticipation fizzled through him—excitement at the thought of seeing Africa at closer quarters and exhilaration at the idea of spending more time with Hinekiri. Adventure. Yep, summed it up in one word. Fifteen frantic minutes later, they wandered down the footpath toward reception. Small lamps lit the way, piercing the pitch black of early morning. The distant roar of a big cat sent a shiver of excitement skittering down Richard’s spine. Outside reception, a man dressed in a khaki shirt and trousers leaned against the fender of a Land Rover. When he saw them, he straightened. “Morning, madam. Sir. My name is Samuel. I am your driver this morning. Are you ready to go?” “I’ll just grab some snack packs from the restaurant.” Hinekiri trotted inside while Richard wondered how to approach the subject of taking a purple dog and her hyena friend along on the drive. “One of you can sit in the front with me or you can both sit in the back,” Samuel said.

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“I’ll take the front,” Richard said, pulling his jacket across his chest to cut out the morning chill. Since it was still so dark, maybe Hinekiri could let the two canines into the vehicle without the driver seeing. Of course that wouldn’t work so well when daylight let the driver have a good view of his passengers. Hell, this plan didn’t look too good. He opened his door and slid into the passenger seat while Samuel opened the rear door for Hinekiri. Hinekiri sauntered back outside loaded with five white boxes. “One each,” she said to the driver as he packed the boxes inside the Land Rover. “You are only two people,” the driver said. “I brought my pets with me. They are extremely well-behaved.” She fluttered her eyelashes at the driver and produced a fold of banknotes. “And one for you, of course.” “That will be fine, madam.” The money disappeared into his pocket. “Wonderful,” Hinekiri chirped. She put her fingers to her lips and let out a piercing whistle. Killer and Harry bounded out of the darkness. Samuel froze. “That is a hyena, madam.” “Yes. And a dog,” Hinekiri said. Richard strained to hear the driver’s reaction to a purple dog but was disappointed when the driver barely hesitated. He shut the door after Hinekiri, Killer and Harry before circling the vehicle to take his place behind the wheel. “Purple dog,” the driver muttered. He peered into the rear-vision mirror and blinked rapidly. “Too much drink.” He shook his head, seeming to pretend he was seeing things rather than accept the evidence in front of his eyes. The engine purred when he turned the key in the ignition. He changed gears and they moved off. “We’re going to follow the circular road around the interior of the park. We’ll stop at the river outlook. The rains started over a month ago but the wildebeest are still arriving. If we’re lucky we will see them crossing the river.” “I thought I’d timed it right,” Hinekiri said, leaning forward between the seats to speak to them. “The rains came early this year,” the driver called above the clatter of the vehicle when they drove through a series of potholes. “Watch carefully. Even though it is still dark, the animals are starting to move about.” Richard peered out the open window, scrutinizing every bush and behind each dark tree they passed. A piercing cry echoed in the trees. Hinekiri’s head popped forward between the seats again. “What was that?” “Vervet monkeys. There’s a colony in the trees near here. Normally they don’t make much noise but something has frightened them. Perhaps it is a leopard.” The driver slowed the Land Rover. Richard scanned the area. “There’s something over there.” “It looked like a person,” Hinekiri said.

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“Not person. Rangers don’t come out in dark unless there are sightings of poachers. No poachers operating in this area.” “I see person,” Killer growled in a low bark. Richard heard the soft yips of the hyena. “Harry say poachers hunt for animal skins most nights. His family think might move. They shoot all animal even hyena.” Richard hurriedly asked the driver a question to distract him from the chattering animals. “How long before it gets light?” Even though he wouldn’t understand the animals, he’d think it weird when either Hinekiri or him answered Killer. Hell, he’d thought it was peculiar before he’d understood. “Killer, we’ll talk about it later,” Hinekiri said in a low growl. “About half an hour or so,” Samuel said. “Something is in the bush. See the eyes glowing.” “Down,” Killer barked. Richard was aware of the muted communication going on in the backseat even as he heard the driver and peered outside into the bushes. The sky behind the trees was noticeably lighter. Richard picked out a pair of glowing eyes but couldn’t guess at the identity of the animal. “I see it. What do you think it is?” “Could be a cat. A leopard.” The driver stopped the vehicle in the middle of the road and switched off the engine. The sudden silence was full of anticipation. “It’s a hyena,” the driver said finally. “They are usually found on the open plains. It’s possible a big cat has made a kill or their burrows may be in the area. I can’t see them anymore. We will drive on.” The glow of the sun appeared on the horizon and slowly the fiery ball climbed upward. The darkness receded and Richard noticed storm clouds low on the horizon, plump and full of rain. A flock of storks flew past and settled near a shallow pool. He wouldn’t mind more rain if it settled some of the dust. “Giraffe,” the driver said, slowing the vehicle. He pointed over to his right and Richard finally picked out three giraffes amongst the acacia trees. In the backseat, Hinekiri clicked away with her image machine while Richard concentrated on watching the gentle giants. They stretched their necks, stripping foliage from the trees. Richard caught a glimpse of their long, black tongues when they curled them around the branch tips. A pride of lions caught their attention next. Most were sleeping in the sun but three of the younger lions played together in a mock battle with snarls, twitching tails and lots of teeth. “Zebra.” Hinekiri flashed her image machine in the direction of the herd of blackand-white-striped animals. Something startled them and they galloped off with whistles of fright. The small fawn and white Thomson’s gazelles on the fringe of the

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herd of zebra jerked their heads up, snorting before running. Next they stopped to watch a herd of wildebeest that stretched as far as the eye could see. “Elephant,” Richard said. Three of the huge creatures were using their trunks to strip leaves off a tree. “Eland,” the driver said, pointing at the large ox-sized antelope. Richard sighted a soaring harrier gliding through the sky before three ugly warthogs fighting over positioning at a mud wallow snared his attention. Their squeals and posturing brought a grin. In the backseat, Hinekiri continued to capture images while he heard the low growls of conversation from Killer and Harry. “A wild dog.” Samuel pointed and Richard saw the small dog-like creature slinking through the long grass. “Hyenas,” Hinekiri chirped, pointed a forefinger in front of them. The beasts were crowded around a carcass, feasting on carrion, their blood-smeared faces contrasting starkly with the toothy grins. Richard noticed whenever they saw a hyena Harry ducked out of sight. His female problem must be worse than they’d realized. After studying the animals for half an hour, they moved on down the track toward the river viewpoint. Despite the early hour, several white vans and around six Land Rovers were parked on the edge of the track. Samuel pulled up behind a van. “You can get out here,” he said. “Continue walking to the top of the track past the rocks and you will come to the viewing point where you can look down on the river below in safety.” Killer and Harry started a low, growling conversation. Killer nodded and nuzzled Harry’s shoulder. “We stay here. Tired. Have sleep.” “Probably safer with the number of people about,” Richard said. He and Hinekiri strolled hand in hand up the dusty track. The excited chatter of the other tourists filled the air while Richard heard the drivers hail each other in their local dialect as they settled down to wait. The track inclined sharply before flattening out to a plateau. The view across the river and savannah beyond was incredible. Richard saw the great herds of wildebeest that stretched for miles. Over to their right a herd of elephants played in the water and mud at the edge of the shallow riverbank. A curious grunting call drew his attention to the middle of the river. Huge, rounded gray mounds bobbed up and down in the muddy-colored water. In some instances only the tips of their ears showed above water. “Hippo,” Hinekiri said, instantly letting go of his hand and pointing her image machine in the direction of the river. Around them, the rest of the tourists were equally enthralled, faces glowing with excitement. Richard wrapped his arm around Hinekiri’s waist, content to watch both animals and humans while he waited for Hinekiri to complete her imaging. Because his attention was divided and the softness of Hinekiri and her alluring scent was so

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damned distracting, he didn’t notice the excitement exhibited by a group of Japanese tourists at first. Gradually other people noticed too, their chatter drawing Richard’s attention. A pack of hyena—a huge pack numbering about thirty—loped across the rocky terrain above the viewing spot. Richard’s eyes narrowed. They were organized. They were searching for something. Hunting? He cast his mind back through his memories before concluding he had no idea. His knowledge of hyena was pretty scanty. Richard nudged Hinekiri with his elbow. “Hinekiri,” he said in a bid to get her attention. “Hyena,” he added in a low voice. “What do you suppose they’re looking for?” Hinekiri let her imaging machine fall against her chest, her violet eyes narrowing. They exchanged a glance full of meaning along with a couple of silent questions. “I’d bet it’s something to do with Killer and Harry,” Richard said in a grim tone, voicing what they were both thinking. Wasn’t it bad enough that he harbored an alien? Harbored—hell, embraced fitted the scenario a little better. “I think Killer and Harry are hiding something.” Hinekiri started back down the track. “Don’t worry,” she chirped. “I have ways of making creatures talk.” Richard remained frozen for a bit longer, studying the feminine sway of her hips while replaying her words. Ways of making creatures talk. Shit, that didn’t sound too good. Then he thought about the idea again and figured Hinekiri needed some sort of protection when she traveled to uninhabited planets and explored unknown worlds. He scowled as he started after her. He only hoped like hell he never upset the beautiful alien. He’d hate to discover exactly what those methods of making creatures talk entailed. The return journey to the Land Rover took half the amount of time since it was downhill and they didn’t stop to gawk. Puffs of red dust rose with each step Hinekiri took. Richard sneezed, pausing to wipe his face and eyes when he sneezed again. He really hoped those rain clouds delivered. When he opened his eyes, Hinekiri was wrenching open the rear door of the Land Rover and growling at Killer and Harry. The astonished look on the driver’s face told Richard that he’d better run interference. “Hi, Samuel,” Richard said, breathing heavily because of the rapid sprint across the last few meters of track. “Where are we going next?” “We can eat or go back to the lodge,” Samuel said. “The sun is higher now. Most animals are active at sunrise and sundown.” “Lodge,” Hinekiri snapped, breaking off her spate of growling and barking for an instant. Richard heard the odd barked word here and there but didn’t get the full picture. He rounded the Land Rover and opened the door. The stench made him stagger back a couple of steps in desperate need of fresh air. He took a deep breath and stepped closer.

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The smell was incredible—a mixture of putrid dead-animal and wet animal fur with a touch of sulfur. “Killer and Harry were hungry. They ate breakfast without us.” The whistle of air followed by a whiff of sulfur made Richard’s eyes water. What the hell was the driver going to think? Hinekiri pushed Killer across the backseat and climbed inside. She wound down the window and stared straight ahead, waves of palpable anger pouring off her. “What’s going on?” Richard whispered. “Tell later,” Killer barked an instant before the driver climbed inside. His nose twitched and he cast a startled, wide-eyed look over his shoulder before winding down his window. “The animals went swimming,” Hinekiri explained, her voice charming and totally different from the tone she’d used only minutes before. The driver nodded and started the Land Rover. They bounced down the dusty track, gears grinding and a plume of dust following them. Richard hoped the journey back to the lodge would be a bit quicker than the outward one. He breathed through his mouth in an attempt to avoid the stench coming from the rear. “We will help you clean the interior of the vehicle,” Hinekiri said. “It doesn’t matter,” Samuel said. “I will clean. It is my job.” Richard scowled in Killer’s direction. If the dog had been capable, Richard would have demanded the creature help Samuel clean the mud and stench along with the trail of broken eggshells. It appeared their breakfast boxes had included a hard-boiled egg. Another whistling fart signaled the arrival of a sulfurous cloud. Richard gagged. Bloody hell. The terrible twosome had some explaining to do. Samuel pulled up in the car park instead of in front of reception. Richard didn’t blame him in the slightest. He climbed from the passenger seat and gulped in a huge lungful of clean air. His gaze met Hinekiri’s over the top of the vehicle. “I’ll go and help Samuel.” “Thanks,” Hinekiri said. “I’ll interrogate these two.” It was an hour later that Richard entered their cabin. “Hinekiri, I’m back.” Richard could smell the stench wafting from him and he unbuttoned his khaki-colored shirt as he moved toward the bedroom. He dropped his jacket on the tiled floor and added his shirt to the pile. His trousers followed next then his underwear. Naked, he crossed the bedroom and entered the en suite. “Hinekiri,” he called. When there was no answer, he opened the shower door, flipped on the water and stepped inside. Hinekiri’s collection of girly soaps sat on the ledge inside the shower. Richard grabbed it and lathered, uncaring if he smelled like flowers for the rest of the day. Anything was better than the stench of the river mud. He washed his hair, face and body until the water ran clean. He had no idea how two small animals had created so 96

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much mess in the back of the Land Rover. Thank goodness he’d stayed around to help Samuel. A good bloke. Samuel had regaled him with legends told to him during his childhood of hyena men, clever elephants and shy giraffes. Despite the hard work involved with cleaning, Richard wouldn’t have missed the experience for the world. Richard turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and wiped the droplets of water from his body. “Hinekiri?” No reply. Shrugging, Richard padded through to the bedroom and pulled out a clean pair of shorts and a shirt. After pulling on underwear, he hurriedly dressed and headed out to the verandah to see if Hinekiri and the animals were out there. “Hinekiri? Where are you?” “Out here, Richard.” The careful, almost strained note in Hinekiri’s voice brought a note of alarm. Richard slowed and stopped at the double sliding doors leading out to the verandah. Hinekiri, Killer and Harry stood in the middle of a ring of grinning hyenas. Hell! What did he do now? They didn’t have a weapon, not that he could do much with a gun. By the time he shot one or two, the others would be on the attack. “Richard, come outside.” Hinekiri’s voice was a trifle steadier this time. Frowning, Richard stepped outside into the open. Stormy clouds filled the skies and he could practically smell the rain. Not that the rain would save them. Feeling helpless, he moved closer, stopping where the steps led from the verandah down to a huge expanse of grass. “What’s going on?” he asked, working at maintaining a calm demeanor. Hinekiri glanced at Richard. “Harry’s family has been worried about him.” Her words started a spate of protests from Killer and Harry. “Quiet,” Hinekiri snapped. “But we done nothing wrong,” Killer barked. “Eh, Harry?” Harry’s unevenly pitched howl sent a shiver racing down Richard’s spine. It was eerily reminiscent of the laughter of a demented soul. His howl started a series of whoop-whoop howls from his family. “What the hell is going on?” Richard ground out. Anger laced his voice when what he really felt was clammy fear. His palms sweated and he clenched his hands to fists to halt the fine tremor of terror. Cops and especially Kiwi cops didn’t show fear. Ever. But it was a bit different when it was Hinekiri facing danger. In that moment, he realized that what he felt was love. The faithless emotion had crept up on him. He…hell, what the fuck was he going to do? “It seems that Harry has a little secret.” Hinekiri’s face was serene but the toothy grin he’d come to enjoy was absent, which told Richard she was more worried than she let on. Richard’s gaze speared to the tense purple dog, standing shoulder to shoulder with Harry. “Did Killer know?” “Of course know,” Killer barked.

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Richard glared at the dog in silent challenge. Sarcasm didn’t become the spotted creature. “Why didn’t you tell us if having Harry around was going to put us in danger?” He caught Hinekiri’s gaze but she gave him a silent shrug. She hadn’t known either. A flash of movement on the far side of the hyena circle caught Richard’s attention. A blonde hyena with light brown spots sashayed through the gap and into the center of the circle. Killer growled low and mean, her hackles rising. The fur along her spine rose until she appeared larger. The blonde hyena grinned and they traded glares, neither willing to back down. Now what? Richard moved closer, hoping an opportunity would present itself so he could grab Hinekiri and get her out of danger. A hyena’s jaw was extremely powerful. Killer plonked her butt on the dusty ground and raised her nose high into the air in an outright snub. “Livingston, I presume?” “Livi.” Harry copied Killer’s actions but wasn’t quite as rude. Livingston? Richard couldn’t help the snigger that escaped, but he soon shut up when every animal on both sides of the mystery argument glared at him. “If Prince Harry did not wish to mate with me all he needed to do was tell me,” Livingston said in a plumy English accent. “He did not need to run like a coward. Although why he would prefer you…” Livingston glanced at Killer and shook her head. “You’re purple. You stand out like a baboon’s backside. Useless during a hunt.” Killer growled, flashing a mouthful of teeth. “Not useless,” she snapped. “Black spots more stylish than brown. Brown common!” Richard felt his mouth fall open, and it wasn’t because of the bickering animals. The hyena, Livingston spoke with an upper-class English accent. Shit, she sounded like the queen. Did they all talk? Harry hadn’t said a word. “Prince?” Hinekiri said, plucking the important information from the hyena’s carefully enunciated sentence and ignoring Killer’s snarls. “It was to be a joining of the clans—the Seren and the Gheti. In these times of trouble, we need strength in numbers. Our joining is necessary but the prince ran away.” Livingston strode across the circle, pushing through the outer rim of hyenas and padded up to Richard. She rubbed against his leg, uttering a hair-raising laugh when he flinched. Richard gulped, sucking in air. She smelled rather ripe and if he wasn’t mistaken, there were traces of blood on her muzzle. His attention wandered to the strong jaw and sharp teeth. They looked twice as lethal from close quarters. He wanted to back up but forced himself to stand his ground. Livingston’s rounded ears cocked toward him and she fluttered stubby lashes. “You look strong and brave. Maybe you join Gheti clan and help me rule.”

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One week ago, Richard would have presumed he was in the middle of a nightmare. A hyena certainly didn’t proposition a man during a dream. “Thank you for the suggestion,” he said, “but I am committed to Hinekiri.” That said, Richard strode confidently toward the ring of hyenas and brushed through a small gap to get to Hinekiri. He slid his arm around her waist and squeezed lightly. “My hero,” Hinekiri whispered, fluttering her eyelashes at him. The hyena commenced an excited chorus of whoop-whoops and the maniacal laughter that set Richard’s teeth on edge. It was a wonder they hadn’t attracted the attention of the guests in the neighboring cabin, although they were fairly isolated being right at the end. Richard hadn’t met anyone else apart from in the reception area. Livingston followed and sat down beside Richard again. He felt her hot breath on his bare leg and wished he’d put on trousers instead of shorts. Maybe he wouldn’t tell Luke about being propositioned by a hyena. Livingston gave one whoop-whoop and every hyena subsided. “This is your fault,” she yapped at Killer. “You will fix.” “Perhaps if you would explain the problem to us we would be able to help,” Richard said, using his best cop voice—stern and confident. A show of confidence went a long way, even though in this case it was a total fabrication. Hell, he had no experience in this arena. “We have a poacher problem. The rangers at this end of the park are clueless,” Livingston pronounced. “Or enmeshed up to their eyeballs. Either way, both of our clans are in danger along with most of the other animals.” “In danger how?” Hinekiri asked. “They take our skins. In the middle of the night and the early hours of dawn they hunt with guns or trap. Some animals disappear without ever being seen again. My mother,” Livingston said. “No animal is safe. Even the large animals like elephant and giraffe have suffered losses.” “Surely the rangers have noticed,” Richard said. “Maybe the rangers are involved,” Hinekiri countered. Livingston nodded, her eyes serious even though her mouth gaped in the everpresent grin. “If the situation does not improve, our clan will travel south or maybe east toward Ngorongoro. We cannot stay here and lose more family members.” “Harry not go with you. Wants to mate with your sister Stanley. They in love.” Killer gave a big doggy sigh. “Very romantic. Stanley have pups soon.” “You!” Livingston growled at Harry. “You’re the one.” She prowled toward Harry, issuing a hoarse ah-ah sound. Killer moved so fast her spots blurred. She placed her pale purple body in front of Harry and growled low and fierce. “That’s enough,” Richard snapped.

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“You can’t fight between yourselves,” Hinekiri said. “Not when you’re all in danger. This is the time to work together.” Livingston stopped and turned to face Hinekiri and Richard. “You have a plan?” “Yes,” Richard said. Hinekiri nodded vigorously. A smaller version of Livingston pushed through the ring of silent hyenas. She ran toward Harry uttering one excited whoop-whoop. “Harry. Harry! I’m just wild about Harry! And Harry’s wild about me.” Killer stepped aside to give the lovers a little privacy. They nuzzled each other with much laughter and whoop-whooping. Stanley’s belly was large and hung low to the ground. She was definitely in the family way. “Oh lord,” Livingston said. “They’re both loco. They deserve each other.” She turned to nail Richard and Hinekiri with a stern eye. “What’s your plan?” “It needs some refining. How about if we discuss the plan at nightfall?” Livingston regarded both Hinekiri and him with suspicion. Finally, she gave a clipped nod. “Very well. I find your terms acceptable. Platoon, stand down.” The hyenas melted away into the undergrowth and less than a minute later only Livingston, Stanley and Harry remained. “You let Harry and Stanley mate?” Killer demanded. “For a purple creature you have a lot of gumption,” Livingston said. “I wonder how you’d taste?” “You never find out,” Killer snapped. “Who is going to stop me?” Livingston countered. “I am,” Richard said. “Killer is our friend.” Livingston smirked. “Anything for you, big boy.” She barked a laugh at Stanley and Harry and moved off, the other two hyena falling in behind. “I tired,” Killer said. “Need sleep. Have food when wake up.” She marched up to the verandah and walked two tight circles before collapsing in a round ball. She was snoring before they made it to the verandah.

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Chapter Ten “What’s your plan?” Hinekiri demanded once they were out of Killer’s hearing. The dog was remarkably quick when it came to waking up and she didn’t want her to overhear something and blurt it out at the wrong moment. “What’s yours?” “Fodo crap. You don’t have a plan either,” Hinekiri said. “No,” Richard admitted. “What’s a fodo?” “It’s a stupid bird that lives on Dalcon,” Hinekiri said absently. No plan. This wasn’t looking good. “We use its tail feathers for lots of things. Needles and pens.” “Hinekiri?” “Yes?” She turned to look at Richard and melted. Her heart did a distinct flip-flop and banged against her ribs. “We’ll think of something. Together.” His husky voice made her feel warm all over, as did the idea of working with him as a team. They did pretty well as a team… Her grin turned sly. “I don’t suppose you’re in need of a snooze like Killer?” “Woman, you’re going to have to feed me first. I haven’t eaten since last night and I’m starving.” Hinekiri’s mood rose to giddy levels. “You and that dog have a lot in common.” One brow arched. “Our dislike of purple?” Hinekiri chuckled and tucked her arm under his. “You like my eyes.” She glanced at him and batted her eyelashes. Richard chuckled. “That is true. Violet is one shade of purple I adore. It looks good on you.” “I think so,” Hinekiri chirped. “Let’s go to the restaurant and grab a meal. I want to send Janaya a postcard, if I can work out what to do. I like to try the local customs,” she added. “You’ve come to the right person,” Richard said in a solemn voice. “I am the perfect person to help with local customs.”

***** “I thought you wanted to sleep,” Richard protested. The lazy gleam in his brown eyes belied any reluctance. His appreciative gaze swept up and down her naked body and the gleam intensified when she straddled his hips, placing one knee to either side of his body. His penis rose and his lips kicked up into a rueful smile. “Maybe sleep isn’t on my mind either.” 101

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“Good,” she whispered, smoothing his hair off his forehead. The male needed a mane trim. “I came across a shop selling sex toys when I was waiting for you the other day.” A wave of excitement swept Hinekiri as she thought about experimenting with the items she’d purchased. She’d read the instructions and the toy sounded like a lot of fun. A vibrating condom that came complete with a paint set and other special attachments. She scanned the length of his body again. Richard was just as naked as she was, spread out flat on his back for her viewing pleasure. “Toys?” Richard’s brows rose before his mouth stretched in a wide grin. “That would be the shop attached to Fancy Free. Which toys did you purchase? There are some new ones that have just come out on the market.” “How do you know so much about the products?” Hinekiri heard the streak of jealousy in her voice and her blood chilled. Richard didn’t belong to her so it didn’t matter if he’d slept with another woman and played with toys during their lovemaking. He was a distraction, a warm body to fill the loneliness and she had to let him go when she left Earth. This was a romantic interlude and she had no right to want more. “I’m on the board of directors,” Richard said. “I thought I’d mentioned Alicia and the company she founded. In the beginning she needed some help with finance. The banks wouldn’t help her so a group of us who went to school together in Sloan clubbed together with the money. Alicia was so grateful she gave us shares and we all have a seat on the board. Alicia died not long ago but her goddaughter has inherited the company. James Bates manages the day-to-day running of the company.” “Well, you’re full of surprises.” It wasn’t often she was surprised. “I bet you have fun at the board meetings.” “We do actually, although it can be downright embarrassing at times.” “It must be nice having friends.” A wistful tone colored her words as she thought of all the time she spent alone charting newly discovered planets and galaxies of stars. “Sometimes,” Richard said. “Like I said, we went to school together and we know each other well. Too well at times. But you must have friends with all the traveling you do.” “I make friends but I’m so busy I never have a chance to return.” “I’m your friend.” Richard rubbed his erection against her bare pussy. “A very good friend,” he added. “Besides, if Luke and Janaya are true mates, won’t she stay here on Earth? You will come to visit, won’t you?” “As often as I can. I need to chart the territory and a planet beyond your planet Pluto. I don’t believe your scientists have discovered it yet since it bears a strong force field that renders it invisible. So I guess I can come back this way once I complete my current assignment. I’ve always wanted to visit Alaska.” Richard jerked upright, almost unseating her. “Fishing,” he said. “I can show you how to fish.” Hmmm, another romantic interlude and with the same man. That couldn’t be a bad thing. “That sounds great.” Sudden terror squeezed all the air from Hinekiri’s lungs. 102

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Past history told her he could just be saying that. Men said all sorts of things in order to score. After the sorcerer had read her horoscope, Hinekiri had taken the only avenue left to her. She’d packed up and left her family home, determined to prove both her parents and the sorcerer’s horoscope wrong. She’d met a male at the first job she’d taken aboard an exploratory ship—a male from Dalcon—but it hadn’t lasted. She hadn’t been enough to keep him happy. He’d wanted a variety of women instead of the same one. “Are you going to show me what you purchased from Fancy Free?” “Ah, sure.” Hinekiri clambered off Richard and trotted over to where she’d left her bag. She unzipped the side pocket and pulled a box out. “Here it is,” she chirped. “Bring it over here.” “Yes, sir, sailor.” The alpha male. She didn’t like males who bossed her around, but on the other hand, they sent her temperature soaring. A time and a place. Fodo crap, she had to stop tormenting herself and accept that the sorcerer had charted the correct horoscope. She was destined to live alone. This relationship with Richard was merely another in a long line of romantic interludes. Hinekiri gave herself a stern talking-to and sashayed over to where Richard waited on the bed. She set the box aside, leaned over and blew a stream of warm air down the middle of his chest, following the faint arrowing of dark hair and finishing with an extra big puff at the base of his cock. She grinned at his soft groan even as she breathed in his scent. “Someone used my soap when they showered.” “It smelled better than the river mud Killer and Harry had spread everywhere.” Hinekiri couldn’t argue with that. She lowered her head, blowing the length of his erection, letting her mouth move closer and closer to the swollen head. He wanted her—he couldn’t hide it. Hinekiri’s tongue flicked out to lash across the broad head of his cock. His salty taste danced across her taste buds and suddenly she didn’t want to play with toys. She wanted flesh on flesh with nothing artificial between them. Hinekiri desperately wanted to fill her mind with memories to treasure. She leaned forward and licked a path across the smooth skin of one hip. His erection cozied up to her cheek when she nibbled at the tender skin of his groin. Hinekiri tugged at the wiry hair surrounding his cock. “Hey,” Richard said. “Treat me nicely, woman, otherwise I won’t pleasure you.” A splutter of laughter squeaked past her lips despite trying to hold it back. She grasped several hairs between her forefinger and thumb and tweaked them sharply. “I believe I can entice you, sailor. By the time I’m finished with you, there won’t be another thought in your head apart from how quickly you can get inside me.” “Is that a dare?” “A promise.” Her hands grasped his hips to hold him in place while she teased some more. She nibbled at his smooth, warm skin, letting him feel the bite of her teeth now and then. Hinekiri kept him guessing as to what she’d do next and took heart from 103

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the increasing pace of his breathing. She spread his legs and knelt between his corded thighs. His erection jutted upward toward his belly in a fully extended state. The tip was shiny with pre-cum. Hinekiri kissed the tender skin of his inner thigh. “I don’t suppose I can get you to move faster?” “You supposed right, sailor.” Quick wouldn’t give her memories while she explored the barren planet of Galvestin or the twin moons of Salvetin. “Today I’m on a go slow.” “Remember we have a plan to concoct,” Richard said. “I don’t think Livingston has a sense of humor despite the constant grin.” The male had a point. It wasn’t as though they had the luxury of time but Hinekiri promised herself a slow loving before they returned to Sloan. She cupped his sac, massaging the tender skin lightly while studying his face for a hint of reaction. His cock jerked and she noticed he swallowed an instant before his eyes fluttered closed. Oh yeah. He was hot and bothered. The discovery brought satisfaction. Bending her head, she took his sac into her warm mouth. His large frame jerked and when she glanced up, she saw his eyes were open. Was that alarm? He needn’t worry. She would never hurt him. She licked slowly and carefully until he relaxed, his flesh becoming harder to the touch. With her finger, she traced a bulging vein from base to tip. Her hand curled around his rigid cock and pumped while she continued to lick his sac. A masculine groan fuelled her satisfaction level higher. Hinekiri pumped his cock again and with one final lick of her tongue, she released his sac. It glistened as much as the broad head of his cock. Hinekiri hummed under her breath. Richard’s eyes were firmly shut, but his face was screwed up with discomfort. “What’s wrong?” “My balls feel like they’re going to explode. I don’t know what you do to me, woman, what magic you possess, but it doesn’t take much more than a kiss and the touch of your hands to make me want you.” Instead of making her happy, his words caused a pang of regret and the prodding of unhappy memories. A courtesan. Obviously the predictions regarding her sexual experience held an element of truth. A tight sensation burned behind her eyes, but she refused to cry. Hinekiri had shed enough tears on hearing the initial telling of the horoscope. No point in wasting any more tears over what might have been. Hinekiri guided his cock to her mouth and closed her lips around his tip. He bucked upward, driving his cock deeper into her warm mouth. “Oh god. Hinekiri. You do that so well.” Yes, she knew it, but she didn’t want to hear it from him. She wanted a good, hard ride. Honest, sweaty sex. Memories. Her tongue licked the broad head of his shaft, licking away the bead of pre-cum that had formed. Hinekiri felt the wetness between her legs and the thrum of sexual arousal coiled low in her belly. Her nipples had pulled to tight peaks—so tight they’d started to ache. Hinekiri rose to a kneeling position. There was pleasure but increasingly her past and 104

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the impossibility of a future intruded on the present. She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down. A slight shift of his body alerted her to his scrutiny. She was a pro, dammit—a woman who had pretended throughout her life, wearing a happy face and a toothy grin and presenting a great front. This week, the pretence had become too much. Hinekiri was tired. But the show must go on. She forced a bright smile and leaned over Richard. Halting a hairsbreadth away from his lips, she commenced a rear attack, tickling him in the ribs. “Woman!” In an instant he’d flipped her over and she lay on her back in the middle of the mattress. He grinned down at her, parting her legs with an insistent knee. “I wonder if you’re ticklish?” “No,” Hinekiri said with complete truth. “That’s good,” he murmured, his eyes twinkling with wicked intent. He reached for the paint box that came with the condom set. “What are you going to do to me?” Richard tweaked her nose. “All in good time, my dear.” “That sounds like a line from an Earth fairy-tale.” “Close. My favorite is all the better to eat you, my dear. Does that help in the clue department?” Hinekiri trembled beneath his intense scrutiny. This man made her feel things she’d never felt before, never believed were possible. “No. I need more clues.” Her voice was thick. Throaty. Richard ripped the cellophane cover off the paint box and tossed it aside. He opened the small box and drew out a paintbrush. He pried the lids off the individual pots of paint. “Terracotta first,” he said, dabbing the brush into the shallow paint pot. Richard studied her body for an instant. “Tribal patterns seem appropriate. They’ll go with your own markings. A nice contrast to the turquoise.” He chuckled. “I’ve never tried this before. James said it was fun. I think he might be right.” Richard swirled the brush across her rounded belly in a scroll design. Hinekiri quivered—it was the sensual tickle of the soft brush and the dangerous gleam in Richard’s eyes. He dipped the brush again and painted a swirled design across her pelvic bone. “Spread your legs farther apart so I can see your pretty pussy,” he said gruffly. Faint color danced across his cheekbones before it faded into his tan. “Ah, Hinekiri. Do you know what it does to me to know that you want me so much? Felicity…” He shook his head, seeming to think better of finishing the comment. Hinekiri was curious but didn’t want to do anything else to spoil the moment. “Where are you going to paint next?”

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“I have a special paint to use down here.” He skimmed a forefinger across the plump folds of skin, the whisper of touch bringing a promising tingle. Hinekiri swallowed when his finger made a second pass. Suddenly he’d managed to focus her on what was important—spending time together and enjoying each other. “What’s next, sailor? Don’t keep me in suspense.” He dabbed squiggles of red and yellow paint across her breasts, arms and legs. Richard didn’t paint her nether region but strummed along her cleft with his finger in a teasing move each time he moved to access another part of her body. She started to quiver, her skin intensely sensitive. Hinekiri felt every brush stroke, each drag of his finger across her folds. “Just need to clean the brush,” he whispered before bending over her to tongue the sensitive lobe of her ear. His tongue swirled across the whorls of her ear before he sat back and rinsed his brush. “A sanitizer,” he explained. “This is a special paint that reacts with the body’s heat. Imagine a set of traffic lights. Red for stop. Amber for prepare to move. Green for go.” Hinekiri watched when he dipped the brush into a colorless liquid. Ready? She’d give him ready if he didn’t hurry. “This will tingle when it reacts with your juices.” His face was carefully blank when he stroked the brush across her delicate flesh. “I think I need some across your pleasure button.” Hinekiri snorted. “Pleasure button?” He grinned. “Don’t make fun of euphemisms. If you’d spent time at a Fancy Free board meeting you’d come to appreciate them. Blood is meant to flow evenly through the body. When it all pools in the same place there’s usually a problem.” While he was talking, he parted her legs a fraction more and stroked the brush against her pussy lips in a long, sweeping motion. He seemed to be drawing circular shapes, although it was difficult to tell. Each drag, each whisper of the brush against her flesh resulted in more quivers. Hinekiri gave up trying to fight and lay back to enjoy the attention—a male concentrating solely on her. “Very nice,” he said with distinct approval. “Must tell James how much I enjoyed the new product.” “What color?” Hinekiri demanded. She tried to move but Richard stopped her with a hand. “Wait. I have one final touch. One of the ladies had this idea, although I don’t believe I needed help in this area.” “I can hardly wait.” “Shh, stop being grumpy. I’ll let you look when I’m finished.” He cleaned the brush again and opened yet another pot of paint. Hinekiri couldn’t tell what color it was since the liquid in the pot was colorless. She held her breath, waiting to see where he’d apply the paint. Richard moved closer to her groin and to her total frustration, blocked her

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view. She closed her eyes and concentrated. A faint tingle started on her legs and pussy lips but it wasn’t the paintbrush. It had to be the paint he’d already applied. The mattress dipped when Richard moved again. Then she felt it—the light brush strokes around her clitoris. She bit back a groan. This was a form of torture. The flesh he painted started to tingle straight away. But he wasn’t finished. He dipped his brush in the colorless liquid again and carefully painted her throbbing clitoris. Heat seared from the point of contact, heat the like of which she’d never felt before. Not that it was painful, but it stole her breath and made her blood pump. “Touch my breasts,” she whispered. “No not like that. Harder.” Richard smiled and pinched her nipple. The twinge of pain soared through her body producing an answering spasm of her clitoris. “You look perfect,” Richard said. “You want me to help you look?” “It’s a bit tricky to look down there,” Hinekiri said, although she was curious. “I’ll bring the magnifying makeup glass from the bathroom.” The mattress moved when he stood. Hinekiri stirred restlessly. The touch of the brush still reverberated through her body. Everywhere he’d painted felt hot. Achy. Aroused. She was tempted to touch herself to relieve the burning, to push her body into climax but resisted. Today, she had a man. Men were useful sometimes. Richard trotted back into the bedroom, casual and at ease with his naked state. His cock bobbed up and down with each step, drawing her attention. “Can I paint you?” “Later,” he promised. “If we wait much longer I’m going to burst.” He held the mirror angled so she could see her nether region. “Do you like it?” he asked. “We call that the bull’s eye. It’s so men without a clue know where to aim.” Hinekiri chortled. She was familiar with the Earth game involving feathered projectiles. Richard had painted her to look like a dartboard. Her clitoris glowed a deep, shiny black while ever increasing circles of green radiated from her clit, contrasting with her own coloring, which was predominantly turquoise. “I’m going to thrust hard and deep very soon,” he promised. “But first I need to taste you. We decided on flavored paints. Blackcurrant and spearmint.” He leaned over and licked along a green circle. “Not bad,” he said. Then he closed in on the target and swiped his tongue around her swollen clit. Hinekiri gasped. Her clit jumped, ribbons of sensation sashaying through her entire body. Richard licked delicately at her clit and then took it gently between his lips, lashing the swollen nub with his tongue. Hinekiri exploded, the pleasure soul-searing. A scream ripped from her throat when he sucked softly and the spasms took on new heights, growing bigger and better. She groaned, desperately needing his cock to fill her. As if he could read her mind, he guided his erection to her entrance and thrust, filling her with one easy move. A unified sound of

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satisfaction echoed in the cool bedroom as Richard set a series of slow thrusts, surging and retreating. The lazy movements were wonderful despite the clawing need still zapping through Hinekiri. “That paint—they said it was hot stuff. I’m bursting. I want to come so bad but the feel of your pussy clasping me is so good. Aw, man,” Richard gasped. His thrusts increased in pace and although Hinekiri knew what he meant, the friction created by him slamming into her womb was incredibly good. She felt the building of another climax soaring through her, each move, each slide of his cock against her clit sending a series of mini spasms shooting though her body. They built, one on the other. She heard Richard’s groan and felt the gentle grasp of his hands. Suddenly, he moved his hands, placed them beneath her bottom. He lifted her, changing the angle of his strokes. His powerful body shuddered as he pumped into her hard and fast. One more stroke. One more stroke would do it. Hinekiri bit Richard’s shoulder. He shuddered and gave her the one stroke she needed. Another scream ripped from her throat as she shattered, her body jerking with the force of her release. Richard thrust rapidly several times before he stilled and a hoarse shout filled the air. Deep inside her womb, Hinekiri felt the spurt of semen. She hummed a contented sound and stretched against his larger form. “So, what do you think of the paint set? It’s designed to work on the colorless condoms that come with the set as well as a body paint.” “Hmmm. Must be my turn to play artist.” Richard withdrew and flopped on his back. He grinned up at her in silent daring. Her heart flip-flopped and she picked up the paintbrush from the top of the small shelf above the bed to keep emotion at bay. But the action didn’t halt the tightening inside her throat and the tense sensation in her chest. The day of her departure from Earth loomed as large as the bull’s eye. Hinekiri swallowed and dipped the brush into the pot of sanitizer then into the pot of blue paint. “I think we should…should match.” Swift slashes of the paintbrush across his chest and abdomen. After another dip of the brush in a different color, she painted his thighs. Then after sanitizing the brush, she dipped it into the transparent paint. She applied it on his cock, still glistening from her juices. The colorless stripes turned to a bright, glittery green. Hinekiri moved back to survey her handiwork. “Very nice, sailor.” The bedroom door shot open and Killer bounded inside. She stopped abruptly. “You got disease?” Her nose wrinkled and her stubby dog lashes blinked open and shut several times. “Sex. Told you impressionable. Cover dangly bits.” Richard chuckled and stood. Killer closed her eyes while he grabbed the two lightweight red robes that hung on the back of the bathroom door. He tossed one to Hinekiri and put on the other one, tying the belt firmly around his waist. Richard noticed the dog’s eyes were shut. “You can look now, Killer.” 108

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“Tell plan,” Killer barked with a wag of her tail. “Hinekiri will tell you.” Richard wandered out to the small kitchen area to grab two glasses. He grabbed a jug of iced water from the fridge and filled them. Hinekiri wandered through to the lounge with Killer on her heels. “I thought you’d have come up with a plan by now.” “Nope, I thought you’d have thought of something.” Killer looked from Richard to Hinekiri and back. She shook her head in a sorrowful manner. “No plan. Oh boy. You have problem. That Livingston one mean puppy.” “I’d like to point out that you dumped us in this mess,” Hinekiri said. “We need plan,” Killer declared. “Otherwise big problem.” “Sit down and help us think of one instead of berating us,” Hinekiri snapped. Sometimes the spotted creature was a pain in the bottom. “Do ya have any food?” “Killer.” “I’ve think I have a plan,” Richard said. Killer moved closer and plonked her butt right next to his outstretched feet. “Tell.” “Samuel, our driver, told me some African legends while we were cleaning out the Land Rover. He told me stories of hyena men and leopard women. Shape-shifters. From what he said, I gained the impression the locals were very superstitious.” Hinekiri thought she saw where his idea was leading. “They have good luck charms in reception. They sell them in the gift shop. If we played on their superstitions, we might have a chance to scare them off.” “So you think we pretend to be hyena men and scare bad people off,” Killer yapped. “Make them scared to walk at night. Might work.” “Since it’s the only plan we’ve come up with, it’s going to have to work.”

***** They met with Livingston that night after dinner when most of the lodge guests were attending a special night of culture and dancing. “This cloak and dagger stuff is starting to piss me off,” Richard muttered. Hinekiri nodded even though she knew Richard wouldn’t be able to see in this light. She could barely make out the narrow track they were navigating down past the waterhole and up into a kopje. She supposed the view from the top of the kopje was helpful with security but the small hill was difficult to navigate. The evening of culture and dancing sounded much better than traipsing along a narrow, rock-strewn path. A pair of glittering eyes on her right caught her attention. Her footsteps slowed. Fodo crap, she wished she’d brought a weapon. The idea that they could be walking into a trap made the contents of her stomach jostle about uneasily.

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Finally they reached the top of the kopje. It flattened out to a large grassy—at least she thought it was grass beneath her feet—plateau. Now that her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, it was easier to make out the trees and rocky outcrops on top of the plateau. “Wait here,” the hyena that had been sent to escort them yapped—another plumy English accent. Killer nudged her from behind. “Might take bath tomorrow,” she barked softly. “River mud took off some purple.” Hinekiri was glad Killer thought they’d survive until another day because she didn’t feel quite as confident. They were in the African savannah. It was the middle of the night. Hinekiri spotted another two sets of glowing eyes in the tree above her and suppressed a shudder. The middle of the night was dinnertime for the locals. Hinekiri moved from beneath the tree and joined Richard. “Can we trust them?” “I don’t know.” Richard’s arm slid around her waist, his solid feel lending her confidence. “Have you noticed the sets of eyes watching us?” “Yes.” “If we get out of this alive, we’re having some hot and heavy celebration sex,” Richard whispered. “We’ll get a dog-sitter to keep Killer amused.” A bud of warmth bloomed deep inside Hinekiri and she pressed against his side, her breasts heaving in silent laughter. “Good idea.” “And you can tell me what’s putting the shadows in your eyes each time we make love. It’s getting worse and I want to know what the problem is.” “I—” Above them a cloud shifted and suddenly it was easy to see. Faint moonlight bathed the plateau. Livingston appeared from behind a rock in front of them. She prowled over to them, stopping two feet away. A lion and a lioness appeared from their right and behind them slow, heavy footsteps approached. When Hinekiri glanced over her shoulder she saw an elephant appear out of the gloom, followed by a giraffe, a wildebeest and a rhino. A pair of leopards leapt from the tree she’d been standing beneath and three cheetahs prowled across the plateau to join them. “Everyone here?” Livingston asked. “I believe so,” the elephant said. The male lion made a big production of settling, then asked, “Why are we here?” “Bloody hell,” Richard muttered. “We’ve fallen into a Doctor Dolittle adventure.” “Gather round,” Livingston instructed. “Listen very carefully. I shall say this only once.” All the animals moved into a semicircle facing Livingston except the wildebeest. He stomped his front feet in a nervous manner. “We’re all clear this is a truce and there will be no snacks provided?”

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“Good question,” Richard whispered. “I’d like that reassurance.” “We are discussing a plan to rid the area of a common enemy.” Livingston’s grin widened and it wasn’t particularly encouraging for a being on a different level of the food chain. “Once our enemy is driven from this land things will become normal again.” An oblique way of saying everyone was dinner once the poachers left. The wildebeest hesitated before joining the semicircle. Killer moved forward and Hinekiri and Richard followed. “You may speak,” Livingston said to Richard. “Nothing like a little pressure,” Richard whispered in Hinekiri’s ear. Seconds later he strode to the front of the semicircle and turned to face them all. Hinekiri felt a burst of pride. Richard was a good man. He was strong and wasn’t afraid to take charge when required but he wasn’t bossy either. He was fair-minded enough to let her offer an opinion and not afraid of listening to her ideas. The warm spot deep inside glowed hotter and whispered of a possible future. If only she had the courage to act… Richard glanced at her and winked before starting to speak. “I believe the poachers are locals. That makes sense since only a local would have accurate knowledge of the park and know which animals inhabit the different areas. From conversation with some of the workers at the lodge, I’ve noticed they are very superstitious. I have also heard of the legend of the hyena men and the leopard women. My plan is to bring these legends to life and scare the poachers away. Make them too frightened to venture out at night.” “How will we do that?” a leopard barked in a gravelly voice. “I am the king of the savannah,” the male lion said with a haughty sniff. “Such pranks are below me.” Hinekiri stepped from the crowd to stand at Richard’s side. “It comes down to this,” she stated. “What would you do to save your family?”

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Chapter Eleven Grunts and snorts burst out as the animals broke into their local dialects. Livingston let out a loud whoop-whoop and silence descended. “The human is right. We must put aside our skepticism and work together. If any of you have a better plan, now is the time to state it.” The silence that greeted her words was deafening. Richard held his breath while he waited a fraction longer for one of the animals to speak. Speak. Yeah. If he hadn’t already met an alien and a talking dog this month, he would have sworn he was in the middle of a weird nightmare caused by eating a heavy meal too late at night. “Do you agree to try my plan?” One by one the animals spoke or nodded. Full agreement. “Okay then. We need to do a little reconnoitering so we can work out the main areas where the poachers are operating. I believe the lodge has a myth and legend night toward the end of the week. I’m going to check to find out which legends they portray and hint I would like to hear about the hyena men and leopard women. Once we know a little bit more about the movements of the poachers and how many there are we can make further plans.” “We need immediate action,” a cheetah said. “How many of us will lose loved ones before the plan takes effect?” Richard nodded in understanding. “We have one shot to make this plan work. If we move too soon or aren’t professional enough to fool the poachers, we will lose everything.” The elephant made a soft sound of assent. “That is true.” “Once we have the information we require, we can start training our ghosts. Since we are portraying hyena and leopard, we will need volunteers from these family groups but we will also require other animals to provide the sound effects. Each of you will play a part.” “Any questions?” Livingston asked. Her rounded ears flicked backward and forward before her grin widened showing even more of her teeth. “We will not meet again until the end of the week. Meanwhile watch for the poachers and send any information to the hyena burrows. Take care. It’s a jungle out there.”

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“No, I spy on lodge workers today. Listen for poacher talk.” “Richard, do you want to come?” “Sure do, sweetheart.” His wide grin told her his mind was taking a different path. Traces of panic unfurled inside her when she realized they’d be alone without Killer to chaperone. He’d mentioned a talk—that was after he’d suggested the celebratory sex. They’d already had that last night once they’d returned to their room. Maybe she could distract him with sex. And perhaps bring out the blindfold so he could only feel rather than see. She didn’t want to talk about goodbyes so soon. Hinekiri stooped to pet Killer. “All right. We’ll go after breakfast. I think we’re all hungry this morning.” “Just so long as it doesn’t turn out to be the last meal,” Richard said. “I’m getting a bit jumpy in my old age.” Humph, Hinekiri thought. It wasn’t as though this romantic interlude was turning out exactly the way she’d planned either. Once breakfast was done and they’d taken back a doggy bag for Killer, they headed out to the car park where they’d left Maximus. The black and silver bike was still where they’d parked it. Hinekiri straddled the bike, flicked a few switches and started Maximus with a throaty roar. Richard climbed on behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist. Hinekiri took off. This time she’d tied back her hair and pinned it up so it looked as though it were short. She concentrated on maneuvering the bike through the numerous potholes instead of dwelling on the rightness of his touch. Her emotions were out of kilter. She wanted to cry, and she felt like throwing herself at Richard and demanding he never let her go. That, of course, was impossible. She was destined to live alone. They passed an open truck full of produce heading for the lodge. Hinekiri returned the driver’s wave and sped on. It had rained during the early hours of the morning, tamping the dust down but making conditions slippery. Hinekiri slowed to suit the road but it didn’t take long to get to the ship. She switched off the ignition and pulled the control for the camouflage from the pocket of her khaki shorts. “Can you see anyone?” “Only animals. I wonder if they know we arrived in a spaceship?” Hinekiri snorted. “We told them to watch everyone and report back to the hyena burrows. If they didn’t know before they will now.” She pressed a button on her control and the ship shimmered into sight. Depressing another button made the entrance stairs wind down into place. “Go up and I’ll reengage the camouflage.” Richard paused to brush a kiss across her lips before clomping up the stairs and disappearing inside. Hinekiri watched him go, feeling as though she were about to face the sorcerer who’d cast her horoscope all over again. Sighing, she walked up the stairs into the belly of the spaceship. At the top, she paused to engage the controls then went

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to face Richard. If she spoke first, she could distract him and he’d forget about this crazy idea that they needed to talk. Fortunately, she had just the distraction in mind. “Come with me.” Hinekiri led him directly to her chamber. She closed the privacy door after them and turned to Richard. “Take off your clothes.” Richard’s brows rose. “That sounded like an order.” “Got it in one, sailor.” Her hands went to his shirt buttons and she undid them rapidly. A Dalcon robe was much more efficient. Hinekiri wondered if Earthlings realized how much time they wasted dressing and undressing—unnecessary, in her opinion. Her hands went to the belt buckle and she undid that as Richard shrugged off the cotton shirt. It fluttered to the floor. “I thought I was meant to disrobe for your viewing pleasure,” he said in wry amusement. “You seem to be doing most of the work.” “I’m impatient.” Hinekiri let Richard take care of the rest of his clothes while she started removing her own. “Wait on the bed.” Richard grinned but obeyed without further comment. She paused to admire his firm backside as he walked away from her. When he rolled on to the middle of the bed, she savored the view from the front. A lump built in her throat almost choking Hinekiri when her thoughts skipped to the future and being alone. Focus. She needed action and distraction. Hinekiri ripped off the last of her clothes and strolled toward the bed. “We won’t adjust the gravity this time. I have something else in mind.” Richard placed his hands behind his head, looking relaxed and ready for anything. “Should I worry?” He grinned, looking so much like his son she blinked. A strong resemblance. Janaya had more in common with her aunt than she knew. Good taste for one. “Oh yeah,” Hinekiri retorted. “You’re the picture of concern. You might want to think about my surprise.” That wiped the smirk off his face. “Bring it on, woman. Don’t keep me in suspense any longer. I’ll count to ten. If you haven’t started by then, I’m going to take things into my own hands.” His brown eyes gleamed with sensual promise even as his gaze traveled slowly across her face and lower to her breasts. They tingled even though they weren’t touching. “We still need to have that talk.” Hinekiri jerked before moving. She adjusted the light level and the room became instantly intimate. Hinekiri tried to hold herself aloof, tried to remain distant as she should have from the first meeting. It didn’t work. Richard had wormed his way into her affections and she knew it was going to hurt badly when she left. Hinekiri pushed one of the buttons on the control panel inset in the headboard of the bed. She pushed another series of buttons and felt the glide of a hand across her back. The hand moved steadily down her spine. “What the hell?” Richard spluttered, jerking bolt upright on the bed.

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Hinekiri let her head drop back as the male behind her tugged the pins from her hair. Lock by lock the strands of hair tumbled down her back. He ran his hands through her hair, massaging her scalp. A sigh whispered from her lips. “It’s the mind machine,” she whispered. “A type of hologram. I’ve set it so we can both feel the sensations. The sensations feel cooler than normal.” “Yeah, well, it’s a little bit freaky seeing my image making love to you while I’m sitting here on the bed.” Hinekiri shivered as the hands of the male behind her shifted down to cup her buttocks. Then his hands traced the crease where her buttocks met her thighs. She shivered again when the heat in Richard’s gaze intensified. “Come over here,” he whispered. “But can you do something about that fella’s face? It’s bad enough seeing my mug in the mirror each morning when I shave, but it’s bloody disconcerting seeing my face making love to my woman in the bedroom.” His woman. Hinekiri’s legs almost gave out. Her hand trembled when she hit the buttons to redesign her hologram lover. She pushed the buttons to make a fourth lover to add to the party—a female one—and taking Richard’s words to heart she requested a woman who looked different from her. A female with dark hair, alabaster skin and a curvy figure appeared. “Hello, sailor,” she purred, and she strutted over and claimed the portion of bed on the far side of Richard. “I just know I’m going to enjoy this game.” Her hands stroked his bare buttocks and Richard jumped in surprise. “Bloody hell,” he croaked. “Four of us?” “It’ll be fun,” Hinekiri promised. “I keep thinking of that song. Four in bed and the little one said, ‘roll over, roll over.’ So they all rolled over and one fell out—” “Oh please!” Hinekiri said with a loud chortle. “You know I’m really not sure about four in this bed,” Richard said in clear doubt. “Chicken.” “Am not,” he snapped back, his eyes narrowed. “I’m safety conscious. What if one of us falls out?” Hinekiri approached the bed and knelt beside Richard, making him the filling in a sandwich between her and the female hologram. “Her hands are cold,” he complained. Hinekiri felt the male hologram move up behind her. The designers had done a good job since the male felt so real, his flesh and working equipment, but Richard was right about holograms feeling cool. It was one of the things that drove her to seek out real lovers when the loneliness became too much.

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“Come here,” Richard whispered. His voice was thick with need and it brought an immediate reaction in Hinekiri. Her breasts puckered, the crests pulling tight. Achy. Hinekiri crawled across the smooth bedcovers and snuggled against Richard’s solid body. She brushed a lock of hair off his forehead, enjoying the silky slide against her fingers. A shuddery inhale dragged his spicy masculine scent deep into her lungs— another thing to remember. She loved the way he smelled, his scent reminding her of the crisp outdoors instead of the stale, perfumed chambers of the aristocracy on Dalcon. The male hologram settled behind her, his cock nestling into the crease between her buttocks. Hinekiri sighed as her lips met Richard’s. They teased each other, lips nibbling and sucking. Playful. Hinekiri pressed against his warm body, savoring the thud of his heart against her breast. That was another thing a hologram didn’t have—a pulsing heart. The kisses became slower—open-mouthed and full of intent. Richard slid his tongue into her mouth and stroked the tender skin of her inner cheek. Their tongues played together in a dance of seduction. She tasted a trace of mint and maybe a hint of the tea he was so fond of drinking. Hinekiri felt the male behind her stroke her back, his cool hand glided down her spine and then he moved back enough to fondle her ass. He moved down the bed and nipped the fleshy part of her butt, the jolt of pain combined with Richard’s kisses sending arousal galloping through her veins. The male’s hands continued to knead her bottom, sometimes gently and other times it was more like a smack. Hinekiri’s eyes fluttered closed to savor the sensations. A hand snaked between her legs while another tugged at taut nipples. A warm mouth fastened over her nipple and gently suckled. It felt as though a cord was attached from her breast to her clitoris with each gentle tug on her breast bringing an answering jolt from her core. The hand between her legs spread her juices up toward her puckered rosette. Cool fingers pressed, kneaded and teased until she shuddered. Suddenly Richard froze. He ripped his mouth from her breast with a startled curse. “What the hell does that female think she’s doing with her finger up my arse?” The glare he sent over his shoulder was fierce and if a hologram could look chastened, this one did. The female froze while Hinekiri concentrated on keeping the snigger building deep in her chest contained. Gut instinct told her this was not the time to laugh. “That’s it,” Richard snapped, still glaring with disfavor at the female hologram. “Where’s your fancy gizmo?” Disappointment surged through Hinekiri. She pushed back against the male behind her indicating she wanted to move. Silently, he obeyed the order. Hinekiri grabbed the control and deleted the female program. She started to delete the male program but Richard stopped her with his words.

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“Good. I think three in a bed is more than I can cope with at the moment. We can build on the numbers later, once I’ve managed to become used to the concept.” His grin was crooked and endearing as Hinekiri returned to his side. Acceptance. Emotions welled inside Hinekiri so strong and powerful that she had to swallow several times to contain herself. Although her ways were different from what he was used to, Richard tried to adjust. He gave her a chance to explain and actually listened instead of trying to shove her into an assigned role. Richard treated her as an equal and it was a heady thing. “On Dalcon when undergrowns reach a certain age they are taken to a sorcerer to have their horoscopes charted. I’ve told you about this before.” Richard nodded, his forehead creased in a frown that told her he didn’t think much of horoscopes. “When it came time for my horoscope to be charted, all my family went along. It’s a time of excitement and celebration. The old man calculated everything twice but the reading was the same. I didn’t have a suitable match with the male my family had arranged as my mate. According to the horoscope, I was destined for life as a courtesan. My father stormed off and my mother followed to comfort him. My brother, Janaya’s father, disowned me on the spot. They left me there to hear the rest. According to the old sorcerer I would never have a mate. I’ve lived alone ever since. A courtesan. My father called me a whore…” Hinekiri trailed off, unsure of where she should look and terrified at what she might see in his face. Richard grasped her shoulders and drew her closer next to him on the bed. Hinekiri was aware of the male hologram sliding into a comforting position behind her but she had eyes only for Richard. How would he react? Even though Richard held her with tenderness, Hinekiri gulped uncomfortably at the silence. Richard’s finger under her chin realigned her gaze. Instead of the disgust Hinekiri thought she’d see, there was understanding and a hint of concern in his brown eyes. “None of us are perfect, sweetheart. We search for companionship—it’s the nature of most species.” “I search for love,” Hinekiri whispered, her eyes lowering again at the confession. Acid fear jumped in the pit of her stomach. If she wanted to scare him away, she was going the right way about it. Richard laughed but it held a trace of bitterness. “So did I. I’m not proud of the fact. When things became tough between Felicity and me and we’d drifted apart, I was so lonely, so desperate for the warmth of another human being I had an affair. It was a woman I met in the course of work. She lived in another town and it didn’t last for long. I loved Felicity but sometimes she was difficult to live with. She suffered from bouts of depression.” “You stayed married to her.” Richard’s confession of being lonely eased the guilt that hovered on her shoulders.

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“For the sake of the children and at the end, out of loyalty. I couldn’t leave her when she was so sick. I loved her. We were friends.” “You’re lucky. With my job I work alone for a lot of the time.” And she searched for love between jobs. It was the truth. She couldn’t lie to herself any longer. She was desperate for love, companionship, a male who belonged to her. Yes, she wanted a male whom she could belong to as well. “Ah, Hinekiri.” Richard lowered his head and kissed her tenderly. “I’m your friend.” Hinekiri’s heart twisted painfully. Friends. Was that all they were? She sighed, wanting to place her head in her hands and howl. Yet another relationship that wasn’t going anywhere. “Kiss me, Hinekiri. Make love with me. Please.” His brown eyes caressed her face, her mouth and her breasts. Richard tangled his fingers in her hair, sliding them through the silky locks as he lowered his head to kiss her. Behind Hinekiri, the hologram cuddled up to her backside. “Let me delete the male program first.” “No.” Richard stayed her with a kiss on the tender skin below her ear. He scraped his teeth across a pulse point. “Leave him. I’m willing to share if it makes you happy. Not that I’ve ever tried anything like this before. You’ll have to show me what to do with my hands. I don’t want to touch him in an inappropriate manner. And he’d better not put his hands on me either. The only hands I want on my body are yours.” “He’s not real. He’s merely a solid image generated by computer machines.” “Hinekiri, I’m fifty years old. I need to experience change slowly,” Richard said with a wry grin. “I think I’ve coped well with meeting aliens and talking animals. Just give me a little more time and we’ll add more sexual experiences to my repertoire.” But he was willing to try. Hinekiri hid the slow grin that slid across her face in the crook of his shoulder. What a male! Richard was ready to experiment. He trusted her even when he was unsure and out of his element. “Okay. We’ll take things slow.” “Pleased to hear it,” Richard said. Their lips met and bodies sank together. The hologram male closed the distance between them so she was squeezed between them. Richard moved down the mattress a fraction and bit her nipple, a light, exquisite pain that had pleasure coursing through her. He flailed her nipple with his tongue, the touch reverberating with a pleasant hum. The male behind her became busy with his hands, delving between her legs and hitting her sweet spot. A throaty moan escaped from Hinekiri when he wedged her legs apart to gain better access. “It kind of takes a bit of getting used to,” Richard whispered against her breast. He glanced up at her. “Another set of hands, I mean.” “You should try it,” Hinekiri purred. “It feels marvelous.” “Maybe later,” he said.

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“I think you need a little personal attention, sailor.” As she spoke, her hands crept across his hip. “Maybe.” His voice was gruff. Hinekiri wrapped her hand around his hot arousal. His cock pulsed beneath her fingers, smooth and yet strong to her touch. All male. She pumped his cock slowly, watching his face the whole time to gauge his reaction. “That feels good.” Richard’s hips jerked in emphasis of his words, bringing a feeling of success to Hinekiri. She loved knowing she could pleasure him so well. Beneath her ministrations, his cock grew harder and bigger, filling her smaller hand with his hardness. Hinekiri kissed him wherever she could reach, licking and nipping, tasting the faint saltiness of his skin and breathing in his scent. She gloried in the catch of his breath, the husky command to continue. While she was pleasuring Richard, the male ran cool hands the length of her cleft, repeating the move until her hips started to move involuntarily. Cream slipped from her pussy and trickled down her inner thigh. She knew Richard was new at this and probably was wondering how three managed to complete the act of sex. Hinekiri released her hold on his penis and pushed against his chest. “Lie on your back.” Richard nodded and sprawled comfortably on the bed, his erection thrusting up from his groin. The head was red and swollen, a pearl of pre-cum beading at the tip. Hinekiri’s gaze traveled upward, across his belly and chest to his face. Something clenched inside her. She didn’t want a threesome. All she wanted was Richard. It was his body she wanted, his hands touching her, pleasuring her. His lips. Hinekiri reached over and grabbed the control button, deleting the hologram. Another time perhaps. Today, right at this moment, she didn’t want the courtesan label. Richard was the one. “I thought we were doing experimental this time.” “I changed my mind. A woman can change their mind, sailor. It’s written in the rules.” Richard’s brows rose but his lazy grin didn’t alter. “I’m going to have to purchase a copy of the rules.” “I know where you can find a copy, sailor. I might be able to get you a good price. We can talk about that later.” His gaze on her breasts made them grow heavy. He caught one turgid nipple between his fingers and squeezed until Hinekiri balanced on the slim border between pleasure and pain. A ragged breath escaped as she pressed closer. This was much better—being with only Richard. Richard leaned over to take Hinekiri’s lips while he continued to tug at her nipple. He loved the tiny sounds she made deep in her throat when he touched her in a particular way. His hand slid across her silky shoulder to sweep her hair aside and bare her neck. Bending his head, he nibbled at the tender skin where shoulder met neck. A

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tiny moan spilled from her lips and she grasped his hand, tightening his grip on her breast. “Hinekiri.” The fingernails of her free hand dug into his butt and it felt as though every drop of blood in his veins crowded into his cock. Even though he’d been as hard as a steel rod already. “Woman, you turn me inside out. I can’t think when I’m with you.” Hinekiri’s chuckle was soft and sultry. “I aim to please.” She sure pleased him. He was going to miss her like hell when she left. Richard shoved the thought away and nipped at her earlobe before invading her mouth. Such a smartmouth. He never tired of tasting her, touching her. Hinekiri’s scent and taste washed over him, reminding him of a crisp spring day. Groaning inwardly, he pushed her flat on the mattress and parted her legs. She grinned at him, her violet eyes sparkling and full of flirtation. His heart lurched painfully and it wasn’t just the fact he was about to get his rocks off. He cared for her. Richard sighed and shoved that thought away too. He kissed her belly and the delicate skin of her inner thighs before moving upward again. “I’m going to bury myself root-deep,” he whispered as he parted her nether lips. “I can imagine it now, how you’ll feel inside me. Stretching me.” Richard smiled, strumming his fingers across her slippery folds. “As much as I’d like to talk some more, it’s time for action. If you want, you can give a commentary.” Hinekiri licked across his collarbone then sank her teeth into the top of a pectoral muscle. Richard shuddered, actually enjoying the bite of pain. He pumped his cock before guiding himself to her entrance. His mind warred with his body—part of him wanting to go slow and the other part needing to pound into Hinekiri, burying himself hard and fast. Her womb squeezed the head of his cock. Richard shuddered, the pleasure swelling, soaring through him. “He penetrated her, holding himself at the mouth of her pussy without moving. It was enough to stretch and tease the walls of her cunt,” Hinekiri said in a throaty voice. Desire kicked him in the gut. Despite his promise to himself to go slow, he pushed deeper, realizing it was going to end before he started if he didn’t cool it. “His cock pressed deeper, the swollen hardness of his arousal filling her to capacity.” Hinekiri paused to wink at him and her face was wreathed with the endearingly cheeky and very toothy grin he’d come to love. “She loved the feel of impalement so much she clenched her inner muscles, tempting him to go faster and deeper, stretching her to capacity.” Hinekiri suited action to word, clamping down on his cock. Urgency thrummed, pounding in his brain. Before he knew it, he’d thrust hard, filling Hinekiri to capacity. He wrapped his arms around her and ground his mouth against hers in carnal demand.

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Richard withdrew and slammed home again, frantic for the movement, the warmth of her clinging walls. She moved with him, driving him on with sexy cries of encouragement. “Oh god, Hinekiri.” He pounded into her and knew he couldn’t last much longer. Frantic to ensure she enjoyed their joining as much as him, he reached down to massage her clitoris. Another pounding thrust sent fire through his balls. The prickle in his sac spread rapidly, surging outward. “Just a little more of the finger action, sailor. Yeah, like that. By the goddess!” He felt the flutters in her womb, caressing his cock, clamping tight. He was so close. So close. Richard pistoned his hips and froze fully seated in her pussy. Semen exploded from his penis in long, scorching blasts, the clenching of her womb milking him to completion. Richard wrapped his arms around her tightly, biting the inside of his lip to stop from blurting out how much he cared for her. Each breath exited his lungs like the whistle of a pump. His heart raced. Richard buried his face in her hair, breathing in the scent of exotic flowers at the same time. Finally when his pulse returned to something resembling normal, he loosened his grip on her slender body and pressed a kiss on her neck. “That was wonderful.” Well, hell. It had been friggin’ bloody fantastic. But he didn’t trust himself to talk, to explain how he felt because he was frightened he’d blurt out that he loved her. They didn’t have a future since Hinekiri had to leave for her job. The best he could hope for was that she’d come back and visit. They spent the rest of the morning and afternoon making love before gathering up several alien weapons, locking up the spaceship, turning on the camouflage unit and riding back to the lodge. They had fun but Richard felt a sense of desperation in his gut—a sick sensation he tried to hide. He didn’t want Hinekiri to think he was hurting. A man had his pride. Killer and Harry were pacing up and down the verandah when they arrived back at their cabin. The odd couple. “What’s up?” Richard stared at Harry in bemusement. A prince. Who’d have guessed? “Livingston thinks the poachers are going to hunt elephant ivory on Saturday night,” Killer barked. “How does she know that?” Hinekiri demanded. Richard’s gaze speared to her. Before they’d left the spaceship Hinekiri had braided her hair. A long blonde rope flowed down her back while tiny wisps had sprung free and curled around her face. Jeez, she was beautiful. “Some of the cheetah family were lying in the long grass above the car park near the hippo pools,” Harry enunciated in an upper-class accent. “They heard two of the drivers talking.”

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“He talks,” Richard said. “Yes,” Harry agreed, his mouth dropping open in a big hyena smile. “Shy,” Killer barked. “How is plan coming along?” “Hinekiri and I are working on the finer details.” In other words he and Hinekiri hadn’t a clue what they were going to do and they had better get to it before their bluff was called. “Once we’ve received more reconnaissance, it will be easier to refine our plan so we’ll wait until then to give you all the details.” “Will go report to Livingston,” Killer yapped. “Good save,” Hinekiri said once the two creatures had trotted from sight. “We’re running out of time. We only have seven more days before we have to head back to New Zealand.” “I think it’s best if we stick to simple with our plan. All we need to do is put the fear of the Gods into the poachers. If Livingston’s information is correct, we can scare them. If creatures from the spirit world made an appearance every night for the rest of our stay that would probably be enough.” Hinekiri nodded, her eyes narrowed in concentration. Her frown created a cute furrow between her eyebrows, and without considering it further, Richard leaned close and pressed his lips to the spot then because he couldn’t help himself, he stole a kiss on the lips as well. “What was that for?” “You looked cute. I—” The crawl of heat started across his face and he returned to the subject at hand in a hurry. “We need to play on their natural superstition and maybe train some of the animals to keep up the pressure whenever needed.” Hell, he’d almost blurted out how much he cared for her. He didn’t want to look pushy or desperate or anything like that. Man, this male-female stuff didn’t become any easier. Even with age on his side, confusion riddled him. “Sounds like a plan,” Hinekiri said. “Meanwhile, I think we should go out on every available excursion—anything that helps us meet the locals.” “And slyly drop a mention of local superstitions and hyena men into the conversation.” Damn, they made a great team. “You’d better show me how to operate those weapons we brought back with us. I’ll feel happier once we’re armed.” A real team who faced problems standing side by side. “I’m a bit surprised we haven’t come across any Torgon,” Hinekiri said before she sauntered into the bedroom. Richard followed, taking a second to admire the sway of her hips—a view he’d never tire of. She unzipped the bag they’d stashed the weapons inside and competently assembled a shiny silver gun-like thing while he watched. Sexy and intelligent despite the bimbo act she performed sometimes. “Can I do the other one?” “All yours, sailor.”

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Richard followed suit, marveling at the lightness of the weapon. As far as he was concerned, alien races had plenty of good points going for them. They’d come a long way since the dangerous beings shown in Lost in Space. “It’s just like the gun Luke gave Janaya to use when we went to look for parts. There’s a safety there. That’s the trigger. Point and pull.” “Seems simple enough. What’s our first tour this afternoon?” “A Masai village. We can go for a night game drive later.” Richard grinned. “The perfect place to put our plan into action.”

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Chapter Twelve The days slipped past so quickly that Hinekiri felt out of control. In a matter of days they would leave Africa. She would leave Richard. A tight band formed around her chest and she had to gasp in order to breathe. Killer nipped her on the back of the calf to get her attention. By the goddess, she would even miss the mischievous spotty creature and Killer’s faithful companion Harry. “Want beads for collar.” “Where’s Richard?” “He busy talking to Masai moran. Warriors,” the dog added. “Ask about fairy-tale of leopard women.” “I know what moran means,” Hinekiri said. “I visited the Masai village too.” “Beads,” Killer barked, her teeth flashing as she landed another sly hit. She bent to pat Killer but actually wanted to ask more questions without drawing attention. “Has Livingston found out anything about Saturday? The poachers weren’t where we thought they’d be.” Killer yipped in a peculiar doggy laugh. “Courting couple not go there again! Man turn white and lady scream for long, long time. Ears still ring.” “Mine too,” Hinekiri added dryly. “That woman had a good set of lungs.” “Livingston pleased. Ghost stories spreading. Animals not see many people at night.” “That’s good. I only hope the poachers strike in the next three days. We can’t stay any longer.” “Livingston know we must go,” Killer said. “Harry sad we go.” “Yeah, I know.” Hinekiri worked at putting on a brave smile despite the maudlin thoughts whirring around her mind. Of all the men in all the galaxies, why the fodo crap did she have to meet Richard? He’d changed her, made her feel better about being different. The male accepted Hinekiri just as she was, courtesan tendencies and all. Not that she felt like grabbing the nearest male to ease the lonely ache inside anymore. Richard filled that spot admirably. Hinekiri gave Killer a final pat on the head, smoothing her hand over the creature’s soft fur, before standing. The daily mud roll and wash seemed to help with Killer’s purple problem. Her coat had dimmed to light mauve instead of bright purple. “Let’s mingle.” Hinekiri squeezed between two tall Masai males. They were handsome people—tall and slender with dramatically stretched earlobes pierced with strings of colored beads. Most of the males had shaven heads and all wore cloaks in varying shades of red. Many

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carried slim walking sticks. Some had bare feet while others wore dusty shoes. Hinekiri grinned at a Masai wearing a red plaid cloak, white tennis shoes and a nifty straw hat. “Beads this way,” Killer barked. She ignored the startled look from the Masai when he saw her color. Hinekiri grinned. She’d noticed the surreptitious looks at Killer. Everyone was intrigued by her color. “Soon. We have work to do first.” Killer cocked her head and wagged her tail. “Suppose you right.” Hinekiri dodged a woman carrying a basket balanced on the top of her head and stopped to chat with a group of four ladies selling plantains, the green bananas that appeared regularly on the menu at the lodge. The closest woman smiled shyly. A huge gap showed where one of her front teeth were missing. “You buy plantain?” A woman wearing a pristine white headscarf and a faded cotton blouse and skirt jerked her head toward a bunch of plantain. “Not today,” Hinekiri said. “Just wanted to say hello. I believe your husband works at the lodge?” The woman nodded. “In the kitchens. Pretty dog,” she said when she saw Killer. “A special breed from New Zealand. Difficult to train. You wouldn’t want one. They’re a lot of trouble.” Hinekiri smothered her laughter at Killer’s indignant growl and changed the subject. “I heard your husband saw a hyena man when he checked the goats during the night.” The woman’s face paled. Her friends started whispering together. “I saw hyena ghost too,” one confessed. “Oh how terrible.” A sliver of guilt wormed into Hinekiri’s mind. They were scaring innocent people. Even though it would make the animals safe, the ripples of fear would continue through the generations—if they did the job right. “What did it look like?” “It was huge,” the woman said. Her friends crowded closer, the whites of their eyes contrasting with their darker skin. “The creature was tall, much bigger than Isaac.” “That Isaac, he big,” one of the women said with a trace of awe. “The hyena man was bigger and his eyes glowed. Evil eyes. He peered through the dark at us with his big eyes. A curse whispered on the wind promising danger to all those who traveled the savannah at night. It sent a shiver down my spine.” “What happened next?” The women craned forward, their expressions varying from apprehensive to ghoulish interest. “The hyena man let out a whoop-whoop just like a real hyena.” The shy woman forgot herself and spoke. “Probably because he related to hyena.” “Then another hyena man appear. Much, much bigger. Big glowing eyes. Teeth. Big and white.” “Jocelyn, how do you see teeth so well if it was dark?”

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Hinekiri bit back a smile. The description of the creature had grown in the telling. “It sounds frightening. What did you do?” “Isaac and I ran inside and barred the entrance to our hut. It was very smoky inside with the entrance closed but it was safer than being outside.” “I think the hyena men were after your goats,” one of the women said. “Did they take them?” “No, that is the strange thing. While the hyena men were outside, the goats didn’t make a sound. They bunched together in their pen. We expected to find them slaughtered but they were all there in the morning.” “That sounds terrifying,” Hinekiri said. “Has anyone else seen the hyena men?” “My cousin and her husband have been kept awake by a large leopard near their hut. My cousin says she saw a leopard transform into a woman.” “No!” said one of the women. “I don’t believe it.” “It is true. The woman drifted like a ghost. My cousin said a cold shiver went through her body. She feared for her life.” “Hmmm,” Hinekiri said. “That doesn’t sound good. If I were you I think I’d stay inside at night.” “My family intends to stay indoors. It is the only way to keep safe.” “Sounds like good advice,” Hinekiri agreed. “I’d like to buy some bracelets and necklaces to take home with me. Could you tell me which direction I should walk?” “My cousin, the one who saw the leopard woman, sells beadwork. Walk past the man selling wood and the man selling goats. My cousin is the fourth beadwork lady. She is wearing a purple skirt and red blouse.” “I’ll find her,” Hinekiri promised. “It was nice to meet you.” “Plan work,” Killer barked when they walked past yet more plantain sellers, a large pile of tomatoes and another of potatoes. She stuck her nose in the air and ignored the loud comments about her light purple fur. A youngster roasted peanuts in their shells over a brazier burner. He leaned over to blow and a shower of sparks flew across the coals. The boy used a wire scoop to remove the peanuts from the dish sitting above the coals. The distinct scent of roasting peanuts filled the air and his helper did a brisk trade with tourists and locals purchasing newspaper cones full of scoops of roasted nuts. Hinekiri caught a glimpse of Richard chatting to a group of Masai standing around a small truck. They were loading the truck with supplies—sacks of grain and others that appeared full of red cloth. A bunch of plantains were loaded next. Richard glanced up at that moment and caught Hinekiri’s gaze. He acknowledged her with a smile and a wave. The moment seemed to freeze as they stared at each other. Her heart pounded and her breasts tightened against her silky bra and then people moved in front of him, blocking her view. She loved him. 126

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It hit her in that moment. Hinekiri inhaled sharply, desperately needing air. She dragged in a second breath, her pulse rate jumping while her heart felt as though it had ridden in one of those super fast Earth elevators and landed somewhere south of her stomach. She swallowed trying to lubricate a dry mouth and rid herself of the huge lump in her throat that threatened to choke her to death. The swallow did nothing. The lump grew, cold and icy, until it enclosed her chest with one big ache. She loved him. Courtesans weren’t meant to fall in love, but somehow she had tripped and fallen. The horoscope was wrong and it was possible for her to love. Despite the budding joy, the realization kicked like one of the bitch-birds she’d discovered on Verox. Nothing could come of their relationship. They both had commitments elsewhere—their jobs and Richard had friends and family. She had her friends too. She would have to leave as planned. By the goddess, how was she going to leave him? Tears formed at her eyes and she turned away from Richard before she succumbed to temptation and blurted out her feelings. Goddess, it hurt now and she hadn’t even left yet. “I see beads,” Killer barked. “Want multi-colored one and maybe another one for special occasions. And one for present for Harry.” Hinekiri ignored the chatter from the spotted creature and continued slowly over to the bead sellers. She smiled at the locals and decided she’d purchase some of the red material favored by the Masai for her fashion designer friend even as her heart ached and protested her decision to leave. A group of youngsters crowded around a boom box. Music blared. The kid’s heads bobbed in time. The compulsive, toe-tapping reggae beat pumped through Hinekiri’s blood while the singer wailed about no woman, no cry. The tension in her chest magnified when she converted the lyrics to her point of view. No man, definitely cry. The bead sellers sat on the ground with a cloth spread out in front of them. Displays of their beadwork were arranged on top of the cloth. “Hello,” Hinekiri greeted the plump woman sitting behind the first cloth. She plucked a beaded belt from a pile and decided her fashion designer friend would like a belt as well. “How much for the belt?” The woman named a price that seemed reasonable to Hinekiri but she knew bargaining was expected. “Oh no,” Hinekiri said. “I can’t afford that many shillings. Will you give me a discount for five belts and a short belt for my dog to wear as a collar?” She named a fair price and waited for the counter negotiations. “I can’t feed my children if I accept that price,” the woman said, a sad expression on her round face. “Won’t have no children if hyena ghosts get them,” her neighbor stated.

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“Have you seen the walking ghosts?” Hinekiri asked. “Everyone is talking about them at the lodge. I haven’t seen them. I would love to get an image to take home when I leave.” “Better not seeing them,” the plump woman said. “Bad things. My children have nightmares.” Hinekiri felt guilty at distressing undergrowns, but it was important to stop the poachers. “I thought they were only sighted at night?” “My girl sneak out to meet boy at night. Her little brother followed to see where they go.” Hinekiri sensed Richard behind her before she felt his touch on her shoulder. She identified his musky scent combined with her floral soap. The male had taken a liking to her soap. He said it kept the bugs away. “How’s the shopping going?” “Fine. We were talking about the hyena men. This woman’s children have seen them.” Richard’s training of the hyenas had paid off. They were doing a fine job and under Livingston’s control, the timing was perfect. The locals would never know when the ghosts might show up and would gradually come to the conclusion it was safer to stay indoors at night. “It’s a bad thing,” Richard said. His sexy rumble reverberated through Hinekiri’s body heading for places south. A mild tingle sprang to life bringing to mind an afternoon nap with slow and lazy lovemaking. Hinekiri decided to hurry things along and named a price for the belts just a fraction lower than the one the woman had declared. “I accept. I must feed my children somehow.” The woman wrapped the belts in newspaper and handed them to Hinekiri. Richard and Killer followed her around the rest of the bead stalls and waited patiently while she purchased items from each. She chatted to the cousin who had seen the leopard woman. “What did it look like?” Richard asked. “Big with head of leopard and body and legs of a human. It was the eyes that were scary.” The woman shivered and Hinekiri noticed the goose bumps that sprang to life along her bare arms. “The eyes were big as my fist and they glowed orange and red like fire.” Once Hinekiri’s shopping was completed and they had fed the rumors regarding the supernatural beings who prowled the savannah during the dark of the night, they headed back to the lodge. Richard opened their cabin door and Killer marched inside. “I take present to Harry,” Killer yapped. “Do ya have any food? Need steak first.” Richard snorted. “Why don’t you dine at Harry’s burrow? It would be a hell of a lot cheaper.” 128

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“Don’t like African food much,” Killer barked. “Get fur in teeth.” “I think there’s still a doggy bag in the fridge.” Something was wrong with Hinekiri. She hadn’t been her normal cheery self during the last two days. Once Killer had left he’d talk to Hinekiri. Hell’s bells. Listen to him. He was considering talking to a female willingly. Emotional, touchy-feely stuff. Shit, he had it bad for Hinekiri. Hinekiri walked over to the compact fridge in the kitchenette, her shoes squeaking on the tiles. Richard watched her each step of the way—the gentle sway of her lips, the display of slender, tanned legs and the luscious curve of her ass beneath the khaki shorts. His. A man would be a fool to let a woman like Hinekiri get away. A courtesan. Hell, she was no more a courtesan than he was King Tut. “Steak,” Hinekiri said, unwrapping the hunk of cooked meat they’d saved from the briar cookout last night. She placed it on the tiled floor using the wrapping as a dinner plate. “Hungry,” Killer growled. Richard left the dog to its dinner and walked through to the bedroom, mentally willing Hinekiri to join him. If he had his way, they were going to have a little bonding session of their own. The bedroom reminded him of Hinekiri even though she wasn’t present. Her favorite rainbow-colored robe, now his favorite since he’d discovered the nifty seethrough panels, was strewn across a cane chair. In the bathroom several pots of mysterious feminine cosmetics and perfumes covered the surface of the vanity. The faint scent of her soap and potions perfumed the air. Richard unbuttoned his shirt and cast it aside. It fluttered on top of Hinekiri’s robe and he decided he liked the way that looked, the intimacy that shouted of. He kicked off his leather sandals and his shorts hit the ground followed by his boxers. Richard stretched out on the bed and waited for Hinekiri. A pleasant hum of sensual awareness pulsed through his body, tightening his gut and making his cock stiffer than one of the bed legs. “Richard?” “In here,” he called. Hinekiri appeared in the doorway. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered. “Come here. Please.” It was hard to believe another male hadn’t snapped her up years ago. “Well, hello, sailor,” she purred. “I thought you’d be wanting a nap instead of little old me.” She dropped onto the mattress beside him. They kissed with slow familiarity. Lips sipped and tasted. Tongues explored with lazy strokes. Gradually, the heat built between them. Richard brushed her ear with his mouth. “Age is an attitude, sweetheart. There’s nothing old about you, and since I’ve met you, I have a new lease on life.”

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Her gaze drifted across his groin. “I can see that, sailor.” He kissed her again, taking the time to explore the sensitive inner surfaces of her mouth. He wanted to imprint himself on her so she’d never forget how they were together. “I love you, Hinekiri.” There! He’d said it—the words that had tickled the tip of his tongue for days. He traced her face, her lips with his gaze, feeling as though a weight had lifted from his shoulder—a weight called cowardice. “I love you.” “You don’t have to say you love me in order to get your rocks off,” Hinekiri snapped. “Huh?” He didn’t have to pretend confusion. It was a genuine emotion. She thought he was joking, hell, lying to her just so he could have sex. It was that bloody man with the horoscope still messing with her mind. How the hell could a modern woman like Hinekiri still believe in that mumbo-jumbo? Men and women made their own destinies. “We don’t have a future,” she said succinctly. “I have my job, my life and you have your commitments here on Earth. I don’t have anything to offer you—my future is set. Don’t let’s spoil what we have.” Richard stared in shock. She really believed what she was saying. “What do we have?” Anger pummeled his mind, and it had to have an outlet somehow. His hands curled to tight fists at his side. “We have friendship and great sex.” Her violet eyes held a silent challenge. Fine. He’d take that challenge and shove it down her throat. They were meant to be together and somehow he’d prove it. Richard decided to back off and let her think she’d won. He forced a tender smile and reached for her. Her expression was wary. Good! She should worry because once he’d persuaded her their love was genuine and they were meant for each other, he was going to paddle her delectable backside until it turned pink. And once he reached that point, he’d let things take their natural course. By the time they were finished, she’d accept his love and she’d trust him too. “Come here, Hinekiri.” “Why?” “I want to make love to you.” Hinekiri flinched at the mention of love, the wariness never left her face, but she moved closer to him. “You’re right. We have friendship between us. We have great sex. We shouldn’t fight during our last days together when pleasure is so much better.” Richard was relieved he managed to get the words out without choking on them. “Good. We’re agreed,” Hinekiri said in a brisk voice. “You have on too many clothes. Let me help you take them off.” He rolled to his feet, taking Hinekiri off the bed with him in one well-planned move.

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Richard started to undo the buttons on her cotton blouse one by one, kissing each inch of newly exposed flesh. He licked across her collarbone and let his tongue dart into the fragrant cleavage between her breasts. “You always smell so good.” “It’s just soap.” “But it’s fragrant. Whenever I smell it, I think of a spring day at home. I think of walking through the cool bush and seeing the kowhai trees in full bloom, covered with bright yellow flowers. It always reminds me of home.” Hinekiri shrugged, obviously uncomfortable with his words. “One of my friends designed it.” Richard peeled the cotton shirt down her shoulders and dropped it on the floor. He paused to study the full, round curves of her breasts, showcased in the lacy confection she wore. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to a plump curve, a fraction above the lacy cup. The tart taste of citrus and lemonade sprang to life on his lips. “You taste good too.” “I aim to please.” There was a hitch in her breathing and he noticed her breasts rise and fall a little more rapidly. Hinekiri wasn’t as calm and nonchalant as she appeared. “Good.” Richard unbuckled the belt circling her waist and unbuttoned the fly of her shorts. He pressed the shorts down her legs and held on to her hand while she stepped out of them. Richard guided her across to the colorful woven rug on the floor by the bed. He knelt in front of her and ran his hands across her outer thighs, savoring the smooth skin beneath the pads of his fingers. A shuddering breath pierced the silence. Hinekiri. Although she was open regarding her enjoyment of their lovemaking, Richard knew her well enough now to sense she held a part of herself back. She never shared her true emotions because she was frightened of being hurt. Hinekiri tried to protect herself and beneath the easygoing exterior she presented to the world, held rigid control over her feelings. Today, Richard decided he’d worm his way past her controls if it were the last thing he did. An arrow of pain shot through him at the thought of her leaving. Hinekiri might be determined to deny what was between them but he had no intention of making it easy for her. He sat back on his heels to admire her. Today she wore a white bra and a barely there red g-string. “Turn around,” he muttered in a thick voice. “Give me the full view.” A toothy grin flashed before she turned slowly for his viewing pleasure. “I thought underwear was meant to match,” Richard said, his gaze captured by the rounded globes of her bottom. Very nice. “I like to please myself. Following the rules all the time is no fun at all.” “Yeah, that’s my thinking,” Richard said. No way was he going to follow the rules she’d decided to live by. Playing dirty sounded like much more fun. “Step a bit closer.” When she stood a whisper away from him, he pressed his face to her g-string and breathed deeply. Her musky scent washed through him.

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Hinekiri shifted from one foot to the other, the soft sigh of impatience bringing a grin to his face. He cupped her bare buttocks in his hands and kneaded the resilient flesh with his fingers. Richard licked beneath the elastic edging the leg of her g-string and rubbed his chin against the top of her thigh. She widened her stance, allowing him easier access. “So, pleasure me, sailor. Don’t frustrate me.” Richard grinned against the red fabric of her g-string. Oh yeah. He intended to frustrate her all right. His cock slid against her leg, sending a shiver of pleasure running straight to his balls. This was going to be good. Really good. He slipped one finger beneath the fabric to test her readiness. His finger skimmed warm, damp folds. When he glanced up, he saw her eyes flutter shut. Unable to help himself, he drew the g-string down her legs before drawing his finger the length of her cleft again. “You’re very good at that.” “One finger is as good as another.” He lifted her and placed her on the bed, following her down on to the mattress. Hinekiri’s eyes snapped open. An indignant gasp accompanied the move. “That is not true. Some fingers are better than others.” His thoughts exactly. He’d vote for his fingers any day. “Do tell.” He rimmed the entrance of her pussy with a forefinger, dipping one finger just inside. She shivered before clearing her throat. A delicate squelch accompanied the slow pump of his finger into her pussy. “I…your finger feels warm,” she whispered. “The male hologram always feels cool. Different.” Richard withdrew his finger until it rested at her entrance. “I thought you’d had many lovers. Surely some of them had warm fingers?” He watched her carefully, attempting to read every nuance while he battled jealousy. Richard inhaled sharply to counteract the destructive emotion and laughed silently at himself. Yeah, jealousy when he had no right. They were both adults, mature adults who had lived and loved. Their pasts had shaped them both into the people they were today. “There haven’t been many males.” “But I thought—” Richard broke off before he spoiled the moment with the horrid word “courtesan”. He didn’t believe it for a moment. “Sometimes when I was lonely and on a planet with other beings, I’d meet someone I liked, but mostly I use the hologram machine. It’s practical. Safe.” Richard wanted to cheer out loud at the confession. Instead, he stroked her delicate nether lips with his free hand and thrust two fingers deep into her womb. He enjoyed the give and flex of her inner walls. His cock jerked in a silent demand for a part of the action. Moisture pooled on his fingers with each slow thrust and withdrawal of his fingers. His thumb flicked across her clitoris in a teasing pass. It was swollen and protruded from its tiny hood.

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Hinekiri’s lashes shielded her expression but he could tell by the hands tangled in his hair and the frantic tugging that she was nearing climax. An answering tension clawed at his gut but he was determined to prove a point. Yeah, no fool like an old fool. “Do you want me to stop this torment?” Richard kept stroking and pumping, filling her with his fingers. “Not torment,” she said, tilting her hips to gain deeper penetration. “Feels good.” “How good?” “I didn’t realize I’d need to score the performance.” Hell, yeah. He wanted to be the best—simply the best fuck she’d ever had, the only fuck she wanted to have in the future. Man, he was losing his fight. He wanted to stroke her silky skin and revel in her softness. He wanted to love her and show that love openly. Instead, Richard alternatively rubbed and stroked, tapped and teased her swollen nub until he felt the delicate flutters deep in her womb. He pushed deeply, steadily, and the flutters turned to contractions. “Oh Richard.” A delicate blush spread from her chest, across her breasts and face. Her violet eyes turned a deep purple, full of passion, full of love, even if she wasn’t ready to admit it yet. They were meant to be together. Somehow there had to be a way. Hinekiri noticed the hot intent in his eyes. He intended to turn her inside out. Newsflash. He’d managed that already. Confusion filled her. Fodo crap, it was her middle name. Slowly she came down from the peak, her body feeling relaxed and boneless. Hinekiri reached for Richard but he avoided her arms. Instead, he moved down the bed and picked up one of her feet. In confusion she stared at his face, willing him to look at her. She’d thought they would have a holiday together, have fun, a few laughs and some hot sex. But he didn’t play by her rules. He kept changing them, especially this week. Hinekiri was having trouble keeping up with him when usually she managed her male friends beautifully. “What are you doing?” A testy note crept into her voice. “Massage. Ever heard of it? It’s meant to relax a body not make it as tense as a coiled spring.” Hinekiri realized she was on edge and her muscles had tightened. She willed herself to relax while he rubbed her foot. Richard released her foot and stood. He walked into the en suite without a word, leaving Hinekiri staring after him, her lips parting in astonishment. She screwed her eyes shut while trying to figure out what the heck was going on. He smirked when he returned. “You might want to close your mouth, sweetheart. No telling what foreign bugs might fly inside.” Hinekiri’s eyes flew open and her teeth clacked when she closed her mouth. Richard leaned over and kissed her. Their lips moved together slowly. Her stomach

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fluttered and something in the region of her heart cracked. He kissed her as though he truly cared. Richard lifted his head. “Turn over onto your stomach.” “Why? What are you going to do?” “Because I asked you to.” He didn’t add anything else or inform her of his intentions. Instead he asked for trust. A sliver of fear sliced through her heart, further damaging the protective layer she used as a barricade to intimacy, to love. Hinekiri admitted it to herself in that moment. Richard appeared to know her better than she knew herself. Did she trust him not to hurt her? Slowly, she turned onto her stomach, her heart thudding anxiously. The male before the mummy’s boy had liked painful surprises and ever since then she’d made sure she controlled the sexual program as much as possible. The hologram male was safe—he didn’t do unpredictable since she programmed him to perform. But Richard had managed to wriggle through her defenses. Richard made her want innovative and unpredictable in the bedroom. “I have you pegged, sweetheart.” The mattress depressed with Richard’s weight. He straddled her body and Hinekiri bit back a tinge of apprehension at being under his control. Richard seemed to sense her trepidation because his hands glided over her shoulders in long, soothing strokes. Hinekiri consciously relaxed. He hadn’t hurt her or even suggested they do something she might dislike during the time they’d spent together. She heard him open a container—the creak of the lid a fraction louder than her thudding heart. Then a floral scent burst upon her, the seductive smell of moonflowers. He’d grabbed her bottle of lotion. Nothing scary about moonflower lotion, especially between lovers. “You like to control your lovers.” Hinekiri tensed again. The air seemed to disappear from her lungs until an ache reminded her to breathe. “What…what do you mean?” “I think the mumbo-jumbo about your horoscope has shaded your life and not in a good way.” Richard stroked his hands across her shoulders again, holding her down gently when she would have reared up in argument. “That’s rubbish,” she snapped. “I’m an explorer—a successful explorer. My work is so important that mercenaries are trying to steal my charts.” “You control every part of your life, even the way you have sex.” “I don’t.” Hinekiri said the words even as she accepted that he spoke the truth. Unconsciously, she did like to control the way her life rolled out. “It’s the whole courtesan thing.” Richard smoothed moonflower cream over her shoulders, working his way down her spine. “You think you need control to stop the prophecy from coming true.”

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“You can talk,” Hinekiri snapped, stung by his character assessment. “You stay in your little town all the time because you’re frightened of change.” His hands paused momentarily before resuming their seductive stroking. Hinekiri tried to hang on to her indignation but his touch was twisting her inside out. “Part your legs for me.” “Why?” An ache sprang to life between her legs and she squeezed them together to alleviate the sensation. The opposite reaction to what he’d asked for, her conscience shouted. “Because I like the view.” His hands stopped moving and Hinekiri gained the impression they wouldn’t start again until she cooperated and conceded even more control to Richard. He hasn’t hurt you. The man has earned your trust. Hinekiri parted her legs, her heart pumping several anxious beats before settling to something resembling normal. “The turquoise and green is very attractive. I like it,” he said before returning to the soothing stroking and drugging caresses. He fondled her bottom, applying a generous dollop of cool moonflower lotion. Moisture pooled between her legs. Her folds felt hot and swollen, definitely in need of his personal attention. Hinekiri thought he’d massage there next but he didn’t, bypassing her needy core to stroke her thighs and calves. Desire built rapidly. She wanted to turn over and seduce him with kisses. She tried to turn over but he gently held her in place. “I want to touch you.” “Relax,” he said, his voice holding humor. “Let me do the touching. I’m very good at it.” Too good. He was driving her to the edge of desperation. The scent of the moonflower lotion filled her lungs. Each breath rubbed her breasts against the silky bedcover. That in turn stoked the fire between her legs. Hinekiri’s breathing was ragged and she verged on the edge of control. Richard was trying to make her jump, to prove a point. She knew it. His hands kneaded her upper thighs and moved down, over the ticklish area at the back of her knees to her calves and feet. A trickle of juices ran down her cleft. He had to have finished. Soon he’d let her turn over and they could have sex. Sex. The word sat uncomfortably with her conscience. It didn’t even come close to describing what it was between them. Hinekiri skittered away from the next word totally. She didn’t have it in her to love a male. But instead, Richard worked his way back up her legs again. Using leisurely strokes, he massaged her thighs again, gradually nearing her aching core. His fingers dug into the soft tissue of her ass, drawing a groan. Damn, he’d missed a bit. She might have fought lying in this position but he’d reduced her to a puddle of delicious need.

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The clunk of a container on the bedside cabinet signaled a series of alarms in Hinekiri. Finally. She half rolled over but he held her in place. “Stay right there,” he whispered next to her air. His warm breath sent a tremble the length of her body. Anxiously she waited to see what would happen next, apprehension warring with arousal and need. Richard trailed a line of kisses down her backbone, his hair rubbing across the tender skin of her back. This time he moved with more purpose, heading south. Things were looking up, even if worry continued to nip at her control. He pressed a kiss to one buttock before taking a nip out of the other. Hinekiri flinched in alarm but he soothed the sting with a wet open-mouthed kiss. The trepidation fled as his fingers traced circles on her inner thighs. The circles grew until his touch became more intimate. Richard widened her legs a fraction more and settled between them. Before alarm had a chance to take hold, he dragged a finger the length of her cleft, from bottom to top, finishing with a delicate touch over her puckered rosette. Hinekiri trembled, feeling his touch clear to her toes. Her breasts ached for his touch but she refused to ask, instinctively knowing he’d do exactly what he wanted to this time. A test. Hinekiri swallowed but then he touched her again. Intimately. His tongue lashed across her swollen clitoris sending shockwaves soaring. “I want you to touch me. My breasts. They ache. Please let me turn over.” Hinekiri forgot her silent vow not to ask him. She needed his touch. “Kneel up on all fours,” he instructed. Hinekiri paused a beat, sure she hadn’t heard correctly. “Hinekiri.” Her name was a verbal lash. She understood him. She got it. He wanted total control this time. His way. They were making love his way. By the goddess, she wanted to please him so badly. She pushed up with her hands, her heart thundering. “That’s good. On all fours.” Richard stroked her swollen folds and murmured quiet encouragement. “You’re so beautiful, Hinekiri. I love you.” Hinekiri finally arranged her body exactly as he’d asked. Richard covered her body with his, leaning over her in a dominating position. He ran his hands across her bottom, her ribs and finally, he touched her breasts. The warmth of his skin seeped into her back while his cock poked into her legs. Uncomfortable but letting her know how much he desired her. It was this last bit of knowledge, along with his avowal of love that finally broke through the last barrier of fear. She trusted him.

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Chapter Thirteen Richard teased her nipples, tugging firmly until the ache she thought had been unbearable became something else—a sultry, nagging promise of things yet to come. Her nostrils flared at the scents of moonflower, her arousal and the masculine musk that surrounded her. He pressed a kiss to the tender skin behind her ear. “I’m going to make love to you now, Hinekiri.” “Yes,” she whispered, acknowledging the feelings that coursed through her mind, her body. She wasn’t ready to say it yet, but she did love him. He was like a matching half. Hinekiri felt Richard’s cock poised at her entrance. Tension clawed through her but this time it was the good kind. He plucked at the tip of one breast while the flare of his cock slipped farther into her body. His mouth brushed her ear while a hand smoothed over her loose hair. “I love the way you feel. Your hair. Your skin. The way your inner walls squeeze me so sweetly.” Hinekiri trembled, the need to move backward and force more of his cock into her womb a siren song. Instead, she resisted, knowing her actions would be construed as trying to wrestle control away from him rather than enthusiasm. This truce was too new between them, the trust fragile. Richard pushed a little more but before she could savor the fullness, he retreated. A groan of pure disappointment erupted. Raw and needy, it gave away the state of her emotions. Hinekiri didn’t care. She wanted him. Needed him. As if he were aware of the clawing tension thrumming her body, he thrust into her again. The wet sound of arousal brought a shuddering laugh from Hinekiri. “I love that you want me so much,” he confessed, pushing into her again. Hinekiri tried not to worry—the horoscope had been right so far. How could things change? She pushed aside the disturbing thought and concentrated on how he made her feel. It was a delicious assault, the hard ridge of his cock filling her slowly and sweetly. Richard nipped at her earlobe and the sensation spiraled down through her breasts to her core. An intense burst of heat sent a rush of moisture trickling from her. Richard pulled back again. She expected another slow impalement and him stopping before he was fully seated. Instead he thrust hard. He gripped her hips and used one hand to tease and skate across her slippery folds. Blistering waves pounded through her as he stretched her to capacity. The delicate brush of his fingers was too much. For an instant she balanced on the sword’s edge. Pleasure tingling and pulsing with the potential to become better. More. Richard withdrew and pushed inside her, plucking and playing

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her clitoris like a master. The sensation soared, building. Hinekiri trembled. She gasped. She sucked in a hoarse breath, expelling it with a hushed scream as she convulsed around his cock. Hard and fast, the waves of climax pounded through her. A raw, guttural cry reverberated through the room. She felt Richard’s cock jerk with explosive contractions that went on for long seconds. They collapsed on the bed in a tangle of limbs. Richard gathered her in his arms, spooning around her body. He pressed a kiss to her neck. “Thanks for trusting me,” he whispered. “I love you.” Hinekiri allowed him to cuddle her, their sweaty skin clinging together. For the first time, his words didn’t elicit a surge of panic. For the first time she started to believe.

***** “Hinekiri, sweetheart. It’s time to get up.” Hinekiri cracked open her eyes but didn’t move. She was warm and cozy and didn’t want to move an inch. “It’s dark out. We need to go and play hyena men in the village.” Richard moved and tapped her bare butt with the palm of his hand. Hinekiri started, the sting of contact bringing an astonishing arousal along with the surprise. She moved a fraction to grin over her shoulder at him. “Oh no you don’t. You are not going to distract us. We promised Livingston we would help.” Hinekiri sighed. The man was right and she liked that about him. He was loyal and if he made a promise, he kept it. Richard was decent and honorable and he loved her. A tiny smile played about her lips until she remembered that departure day loomed. “We’d better get moving then.” They showered, dressed in dark-colored clothes and retrieved the hyena pelts that Livingston had procured for them. Hinekiri tugged her boots from the bottom of the wardrobe and put them on her feet instead of the sandals and lighter shoes she’d worn for most of the holiday. They both grabbed their guns and concealed them beneath their clothing. After dodging the night porter, they skirted the private cabins near the waterhole and headed for the narrow track that ran around the base of a kopje toward the village. “I wonder what Killer is doing? I expected her to demand food the minute we left the bedroom,” Richard said in a low undertone. Hinekiri gave a wide yawn and followed Richard. “She’s probably visiting with Harry.” She took care to speak softly, knowing how voices carried in the still of the night. Richard grunted and melted into the shadows cast by a group of trees with cop-like stealth. He was good at that. Hinekiri sighed, thinking about her long mental list of his

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good points. Apart from telling her he loved her all the time, he didn’t annoy her like her past male friends. In fact, her list was decidedly lopsided. They were almost at the village when a soft whoop-whoop came from the middle of one of the low, scrubby bushes that edged the track. After a quick glance at each other, they stepped off the track and merged with the night. The grasses rustled in the breeze and the call of a lion sounded in the distance. Soft voices carried on the wind, growing closer. Hinekiri caught the glow of a torch and squeezed farther away from the track to avoid detection. A branch jabbed her in the butt and she couldn’t help thinking that Richard’s hand felt much better. It didn’t matter if he was caressing or smacking her butt, she liked the man’s moves. The sound of footsteps approached. Three men in single file. Poachers? The lion roared again and the man in the middle let out a nervous laugh. “Ghosts,” he whispered. “No,” the lead man said sharply, but Hinekiri caught his quick glance over his shoulder and the careful way he surveyed his surroundings. The man was scared silly. They let the men move ahead before moving. A rustle and another low whoop-whoop sounded and a hyena slinked from under a bush. “Poachers,” he said. “Livingston sent me to warn you.” Hinekiri’s mouth twitched and she noticed Richard’s did too. It was difficult to reconcile the creature’s appearance with its plumy English accent. “We need to put our plan into action,” Richard murmured. “Livingston has ascertained their meeting place,” the hyena said. “Follow me. I know a shortcut.” They scrambled through thick bushes. Some bore lethal thorns. The hyena led them over a rocky outcrop and through a gurgling stream before slowing. Hinekiri took a moment to extract a thorn and rub at a stinging patch on her cheek where a branch had snapped back and hit her. “We are almost there,” the hyena said. “I will take you to Livingston.” Hinekiri fell into step behind Richard and the hyena, glad she’d worn her boots after the cross-country trek they’d just done. Livingston appeared suddenly from the shadow cast by an acacia tree. “Ah, good. Alfred found you in time.” “Are you all in position?” Richard asked. Hinekiri stood shoulder to shoulder with him. Bugs danced around the inside of her stomach, escalating the sick sensation inside. They had worked so hard at this plan, training the animals to trick the poachers and play on their ingrained superstitions rather than attack openly. What if it didn’t work? “Yes.”

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“Are you sure this is the meeting place?” Hinekiri asked. “Yes. Killer and Prince Harry brought the information themselves. They noticed a new visitor to the lodge. It seems he had several visitors from the village during the course of the day. They eavesdropped and are positive this man is the leader. Prince Harry and I may not be a suitable match but we both have our clan’s futures at stake. The information is good.” “Is Killer here?” Richard asked. “Killer is waiting with Prince Harry in position. It is an ideal position for an ambush since there is only one way in and out for men with vehicles.” “Right,” Hinekiri said. “We’ll get into position too. I presume everyone is waiting near the clearing?” “Yes. I’ll double-check everyone is ready.” Livingston nodded and trotted into the dark shadows. “Over here,” Richard said, taking her elbow. “We’ll put on the skins and leave the bag here behind the tree.” “I’m still worried the poachers will open fire with their guns instead of running.” Richard squeezed her arm. “I know. As long as we stick to our plan of showing ourselves fleetingly and one at the time, it should keep them off balance.” Hinekiri threw the hyena pelt over her shoulders and donned the mask they’d made to go with the pelt. With their dark clothes and in the nightlight, they looked enough like the mythical hyena men to scare the locals silly. “That’s a Jeep coming,” Richard said in a low voice. A soft whoop-whoop echoed through the clearing to back him up. “Showtime. We’d better hurry.” Richard grinned and squeezed her hand before they hurried to their positions. The Jeep pulled up in the clearing. The motor stopped. The bugs inside Hinekiri’s stomach commenced a vigorous war dance. It was so important that they scared off the poachers. She had seen what happened to the inhabitants of planets that killed off the native creatures and habitat. The worlds became out of balance and many died, becoming barren and uninhabitable. If Janaya intended to settle on the blue planet, she and her offspring should have every opportunity to flourish. Several men walked down the road to join the men in the Jeep. Two more Jeeps came but still they waited. Hinekiri peered through the gloom trying to work out why they were waiting. Then another Jeep drove up the road and pulled up. A white man climbed out and immediately the locals stopped their casual chatter. Hinekiri tensed, ready to spring into the open so the men could see her. Without warning, a bright light came from overhead. The air whistled through Hinekiri’s lips in shock. Torgon. 140

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They hadn’t seen any Torgon since the dogfight on the flight over. Fodo crap. Her mind span busily. They could still carry out their plan. She opened her mouth to shout instructions but Richard barked them out first. The animals held position and Hinekiri was proud of them. The Torgon spaceship descended slowly, its bulky body glowing a weird purple. “What the hell?” the poacher leader cried. Around him, his men were in panic, running into each other and several had already taken off down the rutted road, heading for safety. “Now!” Richard shouted. “Go now!” Hinekiri called almost at the same time. They moved out into the clearing, closely watching the men who had retained their weapons. They each had a hyena to broadcast suitable sound effects. The howls and whoop-whoops that came from the creatures’ throats were truly spine-tingling. Hinekiri was so proud of them. Her arms rose into the air to make herself appear bigger and more frightening. A local screamed, the sound raising a series of goose bumps along her arms and legs. She approached the hapless man and his eyes rolled, the whites appearing huge in his dark face. Richard moved closer at the same time, sensing he was a weak link and susceptible. Their hyena’s let out scary whoop-whoops. The creatures were enjoying themselves—she could tell by the wash of hot breath on her leg. In the past, they hadn’t come close enough for her to experience the heat part of their sound effects. “Torgon landed. Coming out,” Killer barked in warning. “Hell,” Richard muttered. “What are we gonna do now?” “We need to get rid of the poachers,” Hinekiri said. “Attack!” Richard ordered. “Attack!” Hinekiri hollered. “No killing. Scaring only,” Livingston barked out the additional order. Richard grinned at Hinekiri before pulling out his gun. Hinekiri’s hand closed around her gun at the exact same moment. Damned if she didn’t know exactly how he felt and what he was thinking because she felt exactly the same way. It was uncanny the way they worked together so smoothly as a team. She kept an eye on the ship and watched the door open before glancing back at the poachers. A gun fired, the shot squeezed off by a panicked local. One of the hyenas let out a shrill cry of pain. “Hyena down!” Killer shouted. “Medical attention required.” Hinekiri caught the flash of movement as several hyenas raced to aid their downed friend. “Hinekiri, watch out. He’s going to fire.”

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As one they slipped into the bushes and out of range. Richard was right. The poacher leader was the one they needed to worry about. “Maybe the Torgon will scare him off.” Hinekiri moved closer to the poacher, wanting to keep a close eye on him in case he decided to start shooting. But she needn’t have worried. He took a final look at the purple glow emanating from the Torgon ship and ran for the Jeep. A small mauve creature leapt for the man’s leg, slowing his escape. Killer. Hinekiri watched her jaw snap down and an eerie cry erupted from the man. His driver started up the vehicle just as the door of the Torgon’s vessel opened. Three Torgons exited and paused in the opening. With their long blond hair, colorless faces and purple suits they inspired fright, but the purple backlight coming from the ship made them glow in an eerie manner that appeared truly supernatural. “Holy shit.” Fear and panic coated the poacher’s voice. “Start the engine.” The driver revved the Jeep and it shot backward, reversing into a tree. A hyena yelped and Hinekiri hoped it wasn’t too badly injured. The driver tried again and managed to roar from the clearing. Anther driver attempting the same maneuver sideswiped the first vehicle. The locals scrambled on the back of the Jeeps, their panicked cries filling the air with confusion. Hinekiri held back until the last of the poachers left. The rapid click-click of the Torgons held confusion too. They peered at a handheld instrument before zeroing in on her despite the disguise. They were bloody tracking her! But how? Before she had time to puzzle it out, the Torgon raised their shiny silver weapons. “Fire!” Richard shouted. Hinekiri aimed and squeezed the trigger. A Torgon exploded. Seconds later another Torgon disintegrated. Hinekiri took aim and fired again. “Bull’s eye,” Richard said. “Do you think there are more in there and how are we going to get rid of the ship?” “Maybe hyenas use as a bachelor pad,” Killer said, wagging her tail to get their attention. “Got bad taste in mouth. Bit poacher man. Yuck!” One by one the hyenas appeared from the undergrowth. Livingston padded up to them with Harry limping a few steps behind. “Good show, chaps,” Livingston said. “All the poachers have run off. We have two minor injuries. Colin was hit. We thought he was dead, but he’d only fainted from the pain of the bullet furrow. He’s awake now.” Livingston sniffed disdainfully. “Harry moved a bit slowly when the Jeep reversed. He has a muscle strain. Good job on the whole. The purple creatures were a nice touch.” She jerked her head toward the spaceship.

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“The ship is quite safe for you to use should you desire,” Hinekiri said. Or it would be once she disarmed it. “Perhaps you could disguise it and use it as a spare burrow?” “Thank you,” Livingston said. “I will investigate tomorrow.” “Harry hurt,” Killer said. A young female hyena rushed up to Harry and rubbed against him. “I’ll look after him. I’m just wild about Harry.” They fluttered eyelashes at each other and smooched. “Oh brother,” Killer barked. Richard tugged the hyena pelt off his shoulders and Hinekiri did the same. They exchanged a glance and she read him easily. The Torgon’s arrival was worrying. “Somehow, the Torgon have a way of tracking you,” he said. “I don’t know how. And why have they only shown up now?” “Thank you,” Livingston said. “We are heading off on a celebratory hunt. Most of us, anyway.” “You’re going to hunt the animals on the planning committee?” Richard asked. Livingston chuckled in the peculiar way of hyenas. “No, the truce continues. We’re heading off the Serengeti to do our hunting. Do you require an escort back to the lodge?” “No, we’ll be fine.” Livingston let out a soft whoop-whoop and the hyenas moved out like a welltrained military unit. Harry and Colin limped in the rear. Richard stepped closer to Hinekiri and winked at her. “We’ll take a moonlit stroll back to the lodge. It’ll be romantic.” “Oh brother,” Killer barked. “All I want is food. Nice steak.” “When we get back,” Hinekiri answered, thinking about Richard instead of Killer’s demands. A romantic walk. Before it had all been about sex. No one had ever suggested romance to her before. “Don’t act so surprised,” Richard said in a gruff voice. “I told you I love you.” “I impressionable,” Killer yapped. “We’ll meet you at the lodge,” Richard said. “There’ll be a steak in it for you.” “I going,” Killer yapped, and took off before Hinekiri could add a thing. “So, that leaves just the two of us,” Richard said in a husky voice. He took her hand in his and started walking along the track they’d used to get to the clearing. “I wanted to talk to you.” Hinekiri battled conflicting emotions—fear and sorrow. Tomorrow they’d leave for New Zealand and soon after that, she’d leave for her next job. She drew a sharp breath and concentrated on keeping things light and cheerful. “That sounds ominous.”

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Richard laughed and stopped at the base of an acacia tree. He smoothed the wisps of hair off her forehead and smiled down at her. “It isn’t. I had an idea. Maybe we should wait until we get back to the lodge.” “No, we can talk now.” She’d go crazy if she had to wait to hear what he was going to say. It wasn’t as if she couldn’t guess. Probably something along the lines of “it’s been great. Goodbye and have a good trip.” By the goddess, it wasn’t fair. She didn’t want to spend her life alone. “I’ve been thinking—” “Like I said, ominous.” “Hinekiri, dammit. Will you be serious and listen to me for a minute.” He sounded nervous and that, more than anything, made her stop talking and listen. “I want to go with you.”

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Chapter Fourteen “What?” The roar of Hinekiri’s heart was so loud she could hardly hear herself think. Had he said— “I’ve been thinking about us. I don’t want what we have together to end. I want to go to with you.” “Go with me?” Hinekiri was having trouble comprehending. Reacting. Richard grasped her shoulders and tilted her chin up. Their gazes meshed. “So, what do you say?” “I— But this was just a romantic interlude. Nothing serious.” Hinekiri laughed softly. “A little lighthearted fun between two people.” Richard frowned and her insides twisted. He couldn’t be serious? “I love you, and for me, that’s serious. If you don’t feel the same way, tell me.” Hinekiri hesitated, torn by conflicting emotions. Joy at his desire to go with her and fear because the horoscope was never wrong. Never. “The horoscopes are never wrong.” “Bullshit. They’re bloody contradictory. You can read what you like into them. I bet the stars didn’t label you a courtesan. It was the sorcerer’s interpretation and you all bought into it.” He ripped out the words impatiently and with total conviction. Richard didn’t give a damn about the horoscope but Hinekiri couldn’t go against years of tradition and her upbringing so easily. It wasn’t easy to treat the matter so lightly. His eyes narrowed on her. “Did Janaya have her horoscope done?” “Yes.” Hinekiri frowned. “She listened to the sorcerer and then told him she’d never heard so much rubbish in all her life.” Richard’s grin was wide and lit up his whole face. “I know I’m going to love having Janaya as a daughter. You’re sure she and Luke are a couple?” “I’m sure. They’ve bonded. Their circumstances are different from ours. I had my shots but Janaya left Dalcon in a hurry.” “I see. Let’s get going. I want to search your person once we’re back in our cabin. I’m positive there’s a tracking device on you somewhere.” A surge of disappointment hit Hinekiri, knocking the air from her lungs for an instant. She inhaled, her mind chasing in circles. Was that it? She glanced at Richard from beneath lowered lashes trying to puzzle the male out while fighting chagrin. He was giving up that easily? Richard took her hand and they walked in silence. Hinekiri heard the rustle of the trees and long grasses that edged the track and the occasional call of an animal on the

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hunt for dinner. With each breath, she drew in essence of Richard, reminding her of the rapidly approaching departure. Did he mean it? “I thought you liked living in Sloan and never wanted to leave,” she said. “But I won’t be leaving,” Richard answered. “I thought you wanted something more permanent. You asked to go with me. Fodo crap, what do you mean?” His smug tone stung. It sounded as if he were asking her to give up everything and move to Sloan. A…a wifehouse! He wanted her to be a wifehouse. “I don’t want to be a wifehouse,” she blurted in sheer horror. “Wifehouse?” Oh fodo crap. He was confusing her that much she was forgetting her Earth speak. “I meant housewife,” she snapped. “Sweetheart, I don’t want that either. I didn’t explain things very well.” Richard stopped walking again and turned to face her. His expression was earnest. Serious. “Yes, I’d like to travel and work with you, spend time with you. But it would be a partnership with give and take. I thought that when we were between jobs we could come back to Earth and live in Sloan. It could be our home base. And I guess we would need a base on Dalcon too. That’s what I meant when I said I wouldn’t be leaving.” “Oh.” Hope blossomed. A partnership. It was true they worked well together. Hinekiri’s lips and breasts started to tingle when she intercepted his hot, intense gaze. They did other things together that turned out extremely well too. Richard closed the distance between them and lowered his head to kiss her. Their lips touched and moved together. It was slow, sending happy signals racing through her body. His large hands cupped her head and her world narrowed to just Richard. She quivered at the touch of his lips and the intimacy. The kiss was everything. It was tender, a promise of love. He communicated exactly how he felt about her in that single, perfect kiss and for the first time Hinekiri started thinking about a future that wasn’t one of loneliness. Finally, he lifted his head and stroked the pad of his thumb across her kiss-swollen lips. “What do you say? We could try it on a trial basis if you’re still not sure.” “I suppose,” she said slowly. “I was thinking about coming back to check on Janaya anyway and I want to visit Alaska.” “Good. I’ll work on persuading you to make things permanent.” “Sounds good to me.” Hinekiri grinned and pursed her lips for a kiss. Instead of kissing her, Richard was staring at her boots. “The tracker must be in your boots. This is the first time you’ve worn them since we left New Zealand.” “I wore them when we were on the ship coming from New Zealand,” Hinekiri said. “You’re right. I haven’t worn them since. They’ve been in the cabin wardrobe.” “They must be set off by motion. That’s the only thing that makes sense. Where did you get them? Have you had them a while or are they new?”

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Hinekiri’s brow wrinkled at the answer since she couldn’t believe… “Janaya gave them to me. They were a present and her excuse to get on my ship. Janaya hid when my back was turned and stowed away because she couldn’t talk me out of this trip. She wanted to protect me. You’ve seen what she’s like. I can’t believe Janaya would try to set me up. She’s like a daughter.” “I agree,” Richard said. “Where did she get the boots?” “They’re issued to all the bodyguards. Fodo crap! That means that one of the bodyguards is twisted.” “I think you mean bent,” Richard said with a grin. “But someone Janaya trusts might have planted a tracker in them. Still, it narrows the field. And we still have to find the tracker.” “Do we do it here or in our cabin?” Hinekiri glared down at her boots, a gut feeling telling her Richard was right. The boots had led the Torgon to their prey. Her. “We’re almost back at the lodge. Let’s wait until we get into the grounds. I know the animals have a truce but I’d feel better if we were in the lodge grounds with security guards wandering around the place.” They hurried along the rutted track as fast as they could with the light limitations. Five minutes later the trees and grasses gave way to rocks and then the track turned a corner and they entered the lush grounds of the lodge. “There’s a seat over there. Why don’t we sit there and you can take off your boots.” Hinekiri sat on the seat. From there she could see some of the private cabins and part of the car park. “I see our poacher friend is back from his skullduggery.” She unlaced the heavy black boots and handed one to Richard while she retained the other. They started to check them carefully. “What do you suppose it will look like?” “I was hoping you’d know,” Richard said. Hinekiri searched the inner part of the boot before deciding she would probably have noticed something if it were inside. “I can’t find anything. The heel looks okay. I’ve managed to get a stone stuck in the tread but that’s not it.” She tugged at the stone and pushed it, trying to pry it from the tread. A click sounded and a piece of the heel parted. “By the goddess, I’ve found it. It was inside the heel.” Hinekiri plucked it out and stood, intending to crush it. “Wait,” Richard said. “I have a plan. Since we’re leaving tomorrow, let’s plant it on the poacher’s vehicle. Ah look, here’s another one.” His eyes gleamed with mischief. “Perhaps we can find something personal inside the vehicle. I’m sure the Torgon would enjoy following the poacher.” “The poacher won’t have much fun,” Hinekiri said, her tone dry. “I don’t have much sympathy for him,” Richard said. “He’s not only killing the animals but he’s depriving future generations of something precious. Come on.” Hinekiri put on her boots again and the two set off on their mission. After dodging the security guard, they placed a tracking device under one of the seats and another

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inside the lining of the poacher’s binocular case. Hand in hand they walked to their cabin. “I think we deserve a sleep in since it’s so late,” Richard said. “I’m looking forward to exploring with you, although I’ll miss my son and daughter and my friends.” Richard squeezed Hinekiri gently. “My friends are going to love you. You’re going to fit in perfectly.” Hinekiri felt a warm glow in the region of her heart. Richard was so accepting. He was a good man. Like a well-lubricated machine, they functioned perfectly together. In truth, she wanted to say yes, but a tinge of fear held her back. “You will bear the courtesan label.” “Me?” Richard gave a bark of laughter and opened the front door to the cabin. He stood aside to let her enter, ever the gentleman. The small courtesy buoyed her confidence. “Yes,” she said. “I would like you to travel with me.” “Great!” Richard swung her off her feet into his arms and headed for the bedroom. “And you’ll marry me.” A smile played around her mouth. “We’ll see.” Probably. How could she resist this Kiwi cop? She had never felt this way about a male before. Richard set her on her feet. He bent to remove her boots and stood again to start on her buttons. “Where you been?” Killer barked. “I starving.” Richard groaned. “I’ll get something from the fridge for you. Hinekiri, I want you naked by the time I get back. I want to celebrate.” “Remember I impressionable,” Killer yapped. “Yeah right,” Richard said, giving Hinekiri one last heated look before striding out to the kitchenette area. A hot ache grew in her throat. Celebrate. Hinekiri undid the rest of her buttons and shrugged from her shirt. Her jeans slid down her legs followed by her panties. Her bra joined the pile and she lay back on the bed, listening to Killer and Richard. “That it? I want real food. Steak. Do ya have any?” “That’s it until morning. I’m going to bed now. Don’t interrupt.” “You have sex,” Killer barked. “No,” Richard said. “Hinekiri and I are going to make love. There’s a difference.” They were going to make love. Hinekiri smiled at the thought. And that was the moment when Hinekiri fell head over heels, irrevocably in love with Richard Morgan, Kiwi cop from Earth.

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About the Author Shelley lives in Auckland, New Zealand, with her husband and a small, bossy dog named Scotty. Typical New Zealanders, Shelley and her husband left home for their big OE soon after they married (translation of New Zealand-speak: big overseas experience). A yearlong adventure lengthened to six years of roaming the world. Enduring memories include being almost sat on by a mountain gorilla in Rwanda, lazing on white sandy beaches in India, whale watching in Alaska, searching for leprechauns in Ireland, and dealing with ghosts in an English pub. While travel is still a big attraction, these days Shelley is most likely found in front of her computer following another love—that of writing stories of romance and adventure. Other interests include watching rugby and rugby league (strictly for research purposes *grin*), being walked by the dog, and curling up with a good book. Shelley welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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