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  Cyn clicked the healer off and looked at him critically. “Okay, handsome, I think you’ll do at that. Right, I have a date to get ready for. Are you going to start the move?”

  He sat up, taking the mirror she handed to him and looking at his reflection. No evidence of his injuries showed in the smooth skin and his eyes looked identical, as though he’d been born with both. A swift grin splitting his face, he handed the mirror back, dropped a quick kiss on her cheek and slid off the table.

  “I’ll put things in motion. Then I have to persuade a certain lady I’m not a total douchebag.”

  What the hell was she doing?

  It was the same question she’d asked herself hundreds of times this evening as she slid into a seat at the back of the club, trusting to the darkness and the crowd to conceal her from the man about to strut his stuff on stage. She was lucky to even get in. The queues outside had snaked out into the main concourse, women wailing and moaning over the fact this was Johnny Ram’s last performance. Ever.

  Biting her lip, Milly wriggled in her seat to get comfortable and nodded her thanks as the waiter delivered her drink. She didn’t even look at it, grabbing the long, cool glass to take a drink as the music started. The alcohol slid down her throat as smoothly as silk. Real good quality stuff when she’d ordered the house standard. Remember to check what they charged…

  Her thoughts trailed off as the curtains were whipped aside and Johnny appeared on stage. Her heart thudded, aching as it turned over in her chest. Mine, my man, all her instincts clamored at once as he stalked across the stage. Back in his “cyborg” costume, his skin was coated in a sheen of oil, the bronze-gold color highlighting his sculptured muscles. Muscles she’d explored, traced with her fingers and her lips, mapped with her tongue. Heat exploded through her body as she remembered their nights together. What he looked like braced over her, his eyes dark with passion as he drove into her, claiming her completely.

  Her fingers closed tight around the slender glass. Why was she torturing herself like this? It had just been a game to him. Pose as a sexbot, easy way to get sex from a woman who’d turned him down for dinner. He was a liar, pure and simple.

  A liar who’d saved her life twice. Who’d stood by her when he could have pretended to be just a bot and hidden in the hold during the hijack. A liar who’d asked her to marry him.

  A liar she’d killed her ex-husband for. A chill rolled through her again. When she’d seen Jason aiming at him everything had stopped. He could so easily have been killed. If Jason had owned a scrap of sense he’d have fired as soon as he’d gotten that pistol in his hands. Thankfully, he hadn’t. True to form, he hadn’t been able to resist the temptation to gloat and taunt Johnny before he killed him.

  Her hand shook as she dropped the glass to the table. It clunked heavily, the ice rattling against the sides, more felt than heard. She’d killed her ex-husband. In self defense, the fleet man—Commander Lindsey—had assured her. With the evidence she had and the fact Lindsey already had the Warspear under his control, she wouldn’t even be charged. They’d been investigating Jason for months, just hadn’t managed to get here in time to stop him hijacking her ship.

  Johnny reached the front of the stage, the laser pointer of his pistol stabbing through the darkness as it wandered over the crowd. Around her, the packed room went wild as they waited for the pointer to settle on someone. It was all part of the act, whoever it stopped on, he would approach when he came off the stage.

  It wouldn’t be her. Milly knew that for sure. There was no way he could see her back here, and even if he could, she’d dressed up, so he probably wouldn’t even recognize her. Why she’d bothered escaped her, but here she was, all but poured into a black sheath dress from one of the expensive shops on the main promenade. It had some designer’s name on it, but she had no idea which. She’d only bought it because it had matching heels and a clutch.

  The pointer wandered toward her table. A bead of water detached itself from the side of her glass, running over her fingers as her gaze traced the strong line of his jaw. It would be rough with the first hint of stubble. Memory supplied the sharp-spicy scent of his cologne and the warm one underneath, the scent of pure male and Johnny that was unique to him.

  A small moan escaped her lips as love and need washed through her. The emotion grew and swelled as she finally admitted it to herself. She was in love with him. Totally head over heels in love and had been since he’d rescued her the first time. Thinking he was a bot, not wanting to think she was that desperate, she’d buried the feeling deep and added a layer of armor-plating when she realized that he’d lied to her.

  The women around her gasped and Milly clicked out of her daze. The red dot of the pointer danced over her black fabric of her dress, right over her heart. It was her. He’d found her.

  She looked up, knowing what she would see. There, on stage, he was watching her. The rest of the room ceased to exist, the music fading as their gazes met and held. Awareness arced between them, heat building and multiplying as she accepted the inevitable. She wouldn’t be slipping away as she planned. No running from her feelings or him. No running at all.

  He walked down the steps and straight through the crowd toward her. Her breath caught, held up in her throat at the intent in his expression. Utterly male, he moved with a lethal grace totally at odds with the mechanical nature of his act. Then she realized it wasn’t part of the act. The act was done. This was between them.

  He stopped at the table and stood over her. His big, muscled body was so close she could reach out and run her lips across the tattoo playing peekaboo over his waistband. She looked up, having to crick her neck to meet his eyes. His face was set, feral need and lust tightening his expression. Something else, something deeper swirled in his eyes. Something that scared and thrilled her at the same time as he reached out a hand.

  “Milly, I was an ass. I shouldn’t have lied and I’m sorry.” His deep voice reached her easily, despite the noise of the crowd and the music. “I can’t live without you, sweetheart, I don’t want to. If you’ll let me, I’ll prove how sorry I am… I love you.”

  Warmth exploded through her chest, radiating out from her heart like a solar burst. Tears in her eyes, she reached out and put her hand in his.

  “I love you too,” she whispered, her voice stolen by the thickness in her throat. Questions crowded in—why was this his last show? Where was he going? Who else knew what he was?—but she ignored them. It didn’t matter, there would be time for questions later.

  Relief flooded his eyes and a wicked grin spread across his face. She had a half-second warning when his hand tightened around hers. The next instant, she found herself hauled up and thrown across his shoulder.

  “Johnny!” she squeaked, clutching at his back as a strong arm closed over her thighs. “Put me down, right now!”

  “Not a chance, sweetheart. You’re mine now, and I’m never letting go.”

  His chuckle rumbled through his chest and shoulder where she lay over them. He swatted her on the ass, a sharp sting that made her gasp, as he carried her back to the stage, clumping up the steps as the crowd catcalled and hollered about them. With a cheeky salute and a kiss, he finished his career as a stripper by carrying her offstage.

  Epilogue

  “So Cyn gave you a hard time for lying to me?”

  Milly’s fingers trailed across his chest in a seductive dance, drawing circles on the heavy muscle and tracing the outline of his nipple. Johnny rumbled approval deep in his chest and opened an eye to look at her.

  “Yes and no, she was too busy laughing at me being a sexbot at first. When we came back, though, yeah…I got an earful.”

  Both naked, they were sprawled across the bed in the main cabin of the Little Flame, the midrange cruiser Milly had bought when her divorce settlement finally came through. With her ex no longer around and no one to challenge the ruling anymore, she’d become a very wealthy woman, even if the Fleet’s Witchfinder, Lindsey, had advis
ed her to stay in the outer rings, out of reach of Templeton’s powerful family.

  He shifted, her silken skin sliding against his, and ignored the temptation to roll her over, part her thighs and sink into her welcoming heat. He’d already kept her up all night and they were about to come into orbit around Traxos Three, a planet looking for more colonists. A planet that might become their home.

  “I’m sorry I lied to you. But I’d do it all again to get you to love me.”

  He reached for her hand and drew it to his lips, kissing the gold band on her ring finger. A matching one glinted on his own hand, placed there only hours before they’d headed to Traxos on their honeymoon trip. Rather than picking a new apartment to live in, they were going for a whole new planet.

  She smiled. Soft and warm, with her hair in a tousled cloud around her face, she reminded him of a sleepy kitten, sated and content.

  “You didn’t need to get me to do anything. You had me when you told me cyborgs aren’t bossy…” She walked her fingers across his chest. “But you lied. Cyborgs appear to be incredibly bossy.”

  He grimaced and opened his mouth to apologize, but she laid a finger over his lips and shook her head. Mischief and heat danced in her eyes, the expression so sexy it stole his breath away.

  “How about you show me again just how bossy you can be?

  The End

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  “Move that fucking piece of shit… Yeah, I’m talking to you buddy. Sheesh, some people really need to learn to drive.”

  Jaida slumped back into the harness of her power loader and concentrated on transferring the load she was carrying from the open cargo hold in front of her to the anti-grav pallets beside it. She grumbled under her breath as she worked. Today was not a good day. The idiot-factor was so high she was virtually swimming in them.

  She shook her head, her dark hair dancing about her shoulders, and issued another curse directed at idiots who wanted to load high and drive fast. Yeah, she was just as interested in her weekly bonus as anyone else, but there was no way she was risking a safety fine. Especially not when her rent was due.

  She moved smoothly, arms and legs activating the sensor plates in the bi-pedal loader as she transferred her load container by container. A tired sigh escaped her lips as the last one slid into place with a heavy clunk-click. The red light on the side of the full pallet flicked to green and it moved away on automatic, a fresh one sliding into place in front of her.

  “Hey chica, almost quittin’ time… You working overtime?”

  Jaida turned at the voice, the feet of the loader clunking against the deck plating until she could see the voice’s owner. Felis, the only other woman on the team, smiled back at her through her front screen.

  Jaida rolled her shoulders to ease the ache creeping across them. “Yeah, I am. Could do with the extra cash, and you know what’ll happen if the Galess shipment doesn’t get offloaded in good time. Hicks’ll pitch a hissy fit, and tomorrow will be down the shitter before we start.”

  She smothered a sigh at her language, automatically coarse to match her cover identity. She’d been everything from a high-speed courier on Arcalis Prime to a waitress in the cloud cafés on Selenis. Different careers, different names, different identities. When a cover got this complete and easy, so easy she started to believe in it herself, she knew she’d been in the same place too long.

  It was time to move on, before she got comfortable and started to make mistakes. Mistakes would allow Seth to find her, and then people would die. They always did. Trouble was she liked Felis and the guys. For the first time in years she felt at home. If a wanted woman could relax enough to feel at home anywhere.

  “Jai! Boss wants to see you in the office.”

  Another voice interrupted their conversation. Both loaders turned at the heavy clump-whirr-clump of an approaching crane-lifter. Jaida hid her shudder as the driver leered at them. All the women on the docks knew about Hanrahan—they’d all been subjected to his sexist and suggestive comments.

  “Hey Jai, you want a hand getting out of that tin can? Perhaps a little bit of a rubdown?”

  “No thanks Han, I might catch something.” She turned away in a whir of mechanics, rolling her eyes as she passed Felis. “Best see what the boss man wants. Catch you tomorrow if I’m not out before you leave.”

  “Okay, good luck sweets. Mood he’s been in, you may need it.”

  “Jai’s one of our best loaders…precise and fast. Keeps to herself. Never had a bit of trouble with her. Polite and easy to get along with, the others all like her…” The docking bay manager’s voice trailed off as the man at the window turned and fixed him with an iron gaze.

  “She’s a criminal, Mr. Gregaris, not at all the sort of person you want in your employment.” Seth’s voice was quiet, but inside he was seething. He turned back to the window as the loader rounded the last corner and started down the straight walkway toward the offices. He watched it approach, his face an impassive mask. He’d learned early in life never to show weakness or reveal the chinks in his armor. As chinks went, they didn’t get much bigger than Lady Jaida Lianl.

  Why? he mused to himself, his temper simmering just under boiling point. I would have given you the universe, anything you ever wanted. Why run?

  The loader clumped to a stop below him and a force field snapped into place around the bay. The blue-turquoise haze was unmistakable, shimmering as oxygen was pumped into the enclosed area. The air vents on the hatch popped, releasing the pressure in twin geysers as the canopy lifted. A small, slender figure emerged and climbed down the front of the large machine with an ease that spoke of long practice.

  Seth’s anger started to mount again. She would rather do manual labor than be with him? If it was work she wanted, then he’d be sure to give it to her…on her back in his bed.

  “She’s a criminal?” The dock manager sounded confused. “Begging your pardon, Your Highness, but are you sure you have the right woman? Jai…no, I can’t believe she’d even think about breaking the law. She’s a stickler for them.”

  Below Seth, the woman walked toward the door, pausing for a moment to look up as though she sensed the sword of Damocles hovering over her.

  “Perfectly sure, Mr. Gregaris.” Seth bit back the surge of triumph. There could be no mistake. It was her. He resisted the urge to step back. She couldn’t see him up here, and even if she could, there was no way out. His men had the bay surrounded and his second in command was in place at the single room apartment she rented. There was no escape. Not for Jaida.

  Not from him. Not now.

  Not ever.

  Something was wrong. Jaida reached the main doors and paused for a moment as a tendril of dread wound its way up her spine. Narrowing her eyes she tried to get a look into the lobby ahead as she passed through the first set of sliding doors. She couldn’t linger here. The bay was on a time sequence. In five minutes the force field would snap off, and she’d be left trying to breathe hard vacuum. Something she didn’t particularly fancy doing.

  Rock and a hard place. She stepped forward. The doors slid shut behind her with a solid clunk. The sound rolled through her like a death knell. Her instincts screamed at her to run, not step into the reception lobby.

  “Crap, crap, crap. This is such a bad idea.”

  She moved forward to the doors and tried to peer through them as the airlock went through its cycle. She’d always thought it was overkill, what with the bay outside, but now she was glad of the delay. Trying for nonchalance, she scanned the lobby. Already her agile mind was working out all the routes
out of the building.

  Miriam, the receptionist, sat behind the large flexi-glass-and-steel desk, headset on and hands moving swiftly over the holo-console in front of her. Her fingers twisted and pinched as she worked, plucking at images Jaida couldn’t see from this side of the desk.

  She scanned around, her vision panning from one side of the room to the other. Opposite the reception desk, a small group of couches sat in front of full-length windows overlooking the loading docks. Having worked on them for months, she’d have picked a different view. Even a blank wall would have been preferable.

  Nothing was out of place, not even a leaf on the expensive Terranian palms in the corner.

  “Okay, jumping at shadows. Get a grip, Jai,” she told herself as the doors in front of her slid open and she stepped through.

  “Morning Miriam, boss called me. Shall I wait?”

  Jaida headed toward the chairs discreetly hidden behind the palms. Unlike the plush couches for the visitors, these were hard, wipe-clean plastic. For the workers, people like her. The dregs of society. A long time ago she’d have sat on the couches and not thought a thing about it.

  Those days were long gone. She went to sit on the chair nearest to the lift door.

  “No. Go on up, go right in.” Miriam said.

  One eyebrow winging up in surprise, Jaida stood and headed that way. It wasn’t until the door slid shut behind her and the lift started up that she processed what Miriam had said.

  Go right in.

  No one went right into Gregaris’ office. He was an approachable guy, if a bit blunt, but even so, no one went right into his office. The sense something was wrong hit her in the gut again, stealing her breath. The lift was too small. She couldn’t escape. For five years she’d made sure she always had an escape route, always had a way out. Panic clawed at her gut and her heart climbed into her throat.