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Scent of Magic

Copyrightã2004 Jeanine Berry

ISBN: 1-55410-154-9

Cover art and design by Martine Jardin

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Chapter One

“Five hundred credits,” the man behind the counter of Spaceship Supply Inc. said without blinking.

“Five hundred. That’s outrageous!” Angela Bennett, captain of the Hawk’s Flight, eyed the piece of

silver metal clutched in the man’s grimy fingers. It was a navigational system component, and no bigger

than the palm of his hand, but without it her ship would not fly.

The man shrugged, not bothering to hide the contemptuous look on his face. Ange straightened her

shoulders and lifted her chin. So what if her patched jacket and worn boots proclaimed her depleted

credit? She was a legitimate customer, and despite its grandiose name, his shop was little more than a

hole in the wall in a seedy part of town. Finding replacement parts for a spaceship as old as Hawk’s

Flight was not an easy task. Ange had spent half a day tracking down this part.

“You don’t want it, I put it back. Make up your mind. It’s closing time.”

“All right. I’ll take it.” With a sigh, Ange waved her hand over the laser reader embedded in the counter.

She held her breath while the computer read her universal ID and checked her account. The balance

hovered dangerously close to negative numbers.

To her relief, the system beeped its approval. Her off-world bills must not have posted yet. The clerk

shoved the component at her, not even bothering with a bag. She slipped it inside her tunic as she headed

for the door. Outside, darkness enveloped Parme, the capital city of Tau Delta. Ange cast a watchful

glance up and down the street as she started toward the spaceport, three blocks away. It hadn’t seemed

so far when she’d walked to the store in bright daylight, glad of a chance to bask in the warmth of a sun

after almost a standard year in space. But nightfall brought a sinister look to the streets with their rows of

shabby shops and barred doors. The handful of people who passed her on the sidewalk kept moving and

avoided eye contact. That was fine with her. As always, she was careful to keep her distance from any

passersby.

The night deepened and Ange quickened her pace, glad her business in Parme was done. With any luck,

someone would hire her ship soon and she’d be back in space where she belonged. Where she was safe.

Ahead, the bright lights of the spaceport illuminated the sky. A high fence and gate marked the entrance.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she hurried across the street and held up her palm for the guard to read her ID.

He waved her inside and she headed across the endless stretch of concrete to where Hawk’s Flight

waited.

A smile curved her lips at the sight of her ship. Hawk was old and worn, its curved surface pitted by

space debris, but it was hers—well, hers and her creditors. She shook off her worries about her

mounting debt. So far, she’d met her expenses by building a reputation for speed. She achieved that by

taking risks and flying through the dangerous Abandoned Zone. It didn’t bother her. She was only

gambling with herself and her android, Jake. Besides, it wasn’t as if anyone cared if she lived or died.

She lived her life alone. She had to, to stay sane. It hadn’t been easy.

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She had a foot on the ramp that led up to her cargo bay door when a voice stopped her.

“Hey, cap’n, need any more work done?”

Surprised, she whirled around. A man sauntered out of the shadow of her ship, his big shoulders

blocking the distant spotlights along the fence as he approached her. She recognized the burly form with

the unkempt clothes and uncombed hair. Sean. That was the name he’d given her. He was one of the

workers who hung around the docks looking for temporary employment with any ship that came in.

She’d hired him earlier in the day to help unload her cargo.

As he stepped closer, Ange stiffened with alarm. She recognized the look in his eye, a look of

obsession. Her heart sank. She’d been so careful to keep a safe distance from the men while the ship

was unloaded. She’d sent Jake to do most of the supervision, only appearing when she had to settle

some question the android wasn’t equipped to answer. She was certain she’d stayed far enough away.

Was her scent getting stronger?

The thought that even distance couldn’t guarantee her safety disturbed her. Lately she’d noticed that

some men seemed to succumb to her seductive fragrance more easily than others. Human contact was

always iffy.

She balanced on the balls of her feet, ready to run into the Hawk. It wouldn’t do to let him get too close.

She knew from bitter experience how dangerous that could be. But showing fear made it worse. She

shook her head.

“Sorry. The ship’s empty and I don’t have any new cargo to load yet.” She turned back to the ramp,

determined not to panic. The door seemed far away.

“Wait, cap’n.” His voice took on an urgent tone. He lunged out and grabbed her elbow. Pain shot up

her arm as he yanked her off the ramp. She stumbled and collided with his chest. His hot, rancid breath

scorched her face. His arm went around her waist, imprisoning her. “You’re one fine woman. Say you

got something for an old space hand.”

“I told you, I don’t need any help. Hawk is a one-woman ship.” Her stomach lurching in disgust, she

pressed her hands to his chest and pushed, but his bruising grip on her elbow held firm.

“Let me go,” she snapped in her best command voice. “Or I’ll scream for the guards.”

“The guards are a long ways away, cap’n.” Sean leered at her, showing a row of dirty teeth. His eyes

were bright. Too bright. They glittered with a kind of madness. His fingers bruised her arm and he leaned

closer, breathing hard. Ange’s heart constricted with fear. She’d lived this nightmare too many times.

Men, crazed with lust, driven wild by her scent. Each attack burned in her memory. She gagged as the

reek of stale beer enveloped her. Sean sniffed at her hair. “You smell like heaven,” he whispered. His

eyes glazed with desire. Just like all the other times. She knew what came next.

Sean’s dirty hand pawed at the front of her jacket. Anger flooded through her, giving her strength.

“No!” she shouted and kneed him in the groin with one swift, vicious move. He grunted and doubled

over but held on to her despite her desperate lunge away from him.

“Damn you!” he wheezed.

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Her kick went wild as Sean pulled her off balance. She screamed for help.

“Shut up!” he shouted and slapped her hard across the face. The sound of the blow echoed across the

open field. She staggered and he yanked her into the shadows under the ramp. “Think you’re too good

for the likes of me, do you? Think you can go around smelling like a bitch in heat and get away with it. I’ll

show you.” Growling like an animal, he pushed her down on the hard concrete and pinned her under his

weight.

“Stop it!” She tried to jerk her hands free, her nails ready to rake his face, but he was strong. Her head

ached and her cheek throbbed, but the fear was the worst—the fear that what had happened before

would happen again. The first time she’d been thirteen. It had been the week she became a woman, the

week of her first period. Some initiation.

A grim determination coursed through her. She wouldn’t be a victim again. Not this time. She fought to

roll out from under him, but he backhanded her across her other cheek.

“No, you don’t. You’re not getting away from me.” His maniacal laughter ripped apart the silence of the

night. He pinned her down with his weight and leaned over her. She twisted her head to avoid his clumsy

attempt at a kiss and saw a bright light sweep across the concrete.

“Stop!” She got one hand free and tried to beat him off with her fist. He ignored her feeble pounding.

“Oh, baby, don’t fight me. You’re gonna like it.” Sean crooned. His eyes were glazed and he looked

oblivious to anything but his attempts to steal a kiss. Ange caught the low hum of a motor, nearly

drowned out by his heavy breathing. Her heart leapt with hope. Out of the corner of her eye, she

glimpsed an aerocar landing.

Sean hadn’t noticed. He was too busy trying to plant his disgusting mouth over hers.

“Get off me!” she screamed to cover up the sound of a door slamming.

Footsteps pounded across the tarmac. “You heard the captain!” A male voice thundered above the two

of them as they struggled on the ground. Two big hands reached toward her out of the night. One

grabbed her assailant’s collar and the other seized his belt. With a heave, the newcomer hauled Sean off

her.

“Let me go!” Sean yelled, swinging a fist wildly at the air.

“After I teach you a lesson.”

Ange looked up at her rescuer. Sean was big but this man was bigger. The stranger’s eyes were dark

slits full of controlled rage. He shook Sean like a puppy. “Not such a bully now, eh?”

Sean launched a kick at him, but the man dodged it and drove a solid blow into Sean’s stomach. “I

ought to break you in two,” he growled.

Sean doubled over, the air knocked out of him.

Ange sat up, feeling dizzy and sick, and blinked at the aerocar parked on the concrete near her ship. Its

long, sleek black lines oozed wealth. Another man jumped out of the car and came running up. He had

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on a uniform and wore a driver’s leather cap.

“Take him to the guards,” her rescuer said, grabbing Sean by the collar and tossing him at the newcomer

like so much garbage.

“Right, Mr. Llewelyn.” The newcomer pulled a gun from his pocket. He waved it at Sean who was

clutching his stomach and whimpering. “Come with me and don’t make any trouble or you’ll be sorry.”

Her rescuer bent over her and thrust out a hand. The shadows hid his face but she caught the bright flash

of a friendly grin. “Here, let me help you up.”

“No, thanks.” Ange waved him off. He was standing dangerously close to her. In another moment, he’d

catch her scent. Panicking, she staggered to her feet and backed away, out of his reach.

He frowned at her obvious retreat and held up his hands. “Hey, I’m not going to hurt you. And my

driver will see that your attacker is arrested. I’m Blane Llewelyn, by the way.”

Ange straightened her shoulders, intending to thank him and then beat a hasty retreat up the ramp. She

didn’t dare get close to any man—the sooner she was back in space, the better. She brushed a hand

through the curly mop of her hair and peered at him. The lights from the aerocar behind him surrounded

him in a radiant halo. The wind ruffled his long hair, and she caught a whiff of his scent on the breeze. It

was a clean, masculine odor, a wild scent like the smell of a forest after the rain, with the earth dark and

fertile and full of power.

She narrowed her eyes. What a crazy thought. She was a creature of space, doomed to spend her life

alone in a metal shell. What did she know about forests teeming with the smell of life everywhere?

He took one step closer to her as a gust of wind whipped around them both.

“Ahh!” An involuntary sigh of pleasure escaped her. She breathed in deeper, wanting to fill her lungs

with his delicious smell. Her head spun as if she’d just slugged down a pint of the best Arturian ale.

Shock burned through her body and she staggered back.

The smell of the forest deepened, a rich smell, the deep, steady smell of the earth, the clean scent of the

trees. Her mind filled with images of lush groves and dappled sunlight, and a soft rain of autumn leaves

drifting to the ground in shades of red and yellow and orange, making a fragrant bed where lovers could

unite. She and this man would lie down naked, their flesh gleaming white against the scarlet and gold

leaves.

The erotic image spun out of control. Her body melted as her insides quivered and turned to water. An

unexpected tidal wave of pure lust roared through her. A hot rush of passion poured through her veins

like molten lava. She gasped for breath, sure steam must be coming off her skin. A flush burned on her

cheeks as a feverish heat brought a light dew of sweat to the cleft between her breasts. The months she’d

spent struggling to accept a celibate life vanished as if in smoke. Her body quivered with awareness of

this man—she quivered as if her nerve endings had somehow reached out and touched his body. This

was insane, and yet she could not control the longing that swept away all reason. At his slightest

movement, the lift of his arched brow, the pursing of his sensuous lips, she trembled with insane lust.

She had to control these incredible emotions that rocketed through her body. She clutched at the railing

of the ramp for support and struggled to catch her breath. Sean’s blows must have rattled her brain. This

Blane was a stranger, nothing more than a dark form looming out of the night, and yet she wanted him,

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wanted him badly. Her mind screamed that it was nonsense, but her body trembled with an

overwhelming and inexplicable desire to run into his arms, to mold her body to his and cover his face with

passionate kisses.

Goddess, she was as bad as Sean. One whiff of his scent had turned her into a rutting animal unable to

control her urges. His scent—his woodsy, compelling scent—that had to be it.

She clutched at her throat with one hand, testing the air with delicate sniffs. Was it possible? Was there

someone else who carried the same curse she did? Scent. Alluring, intoxicating scent. It was her doom.

But she’d never heard of anyone else afflicted in the same way. Oh, yes, she’d seen men react to the

sensual fragrance she gave off—their reaction was immediate and primordial whenever she got too

close—but never had a man’s presence hit her like this. A puzzled line appeared between her brows as

she squinted at the man in front of her. He was tall, with broad shoulders that tapered to a slim waist. A

friendly smile warmed his ruggedly handsome face. His eyes were dark in the shadowed night but they

looked at her with concern. Lust stirred in her blood again. She kept her breathing shallow and eyed him

with caution.

“Thanks for helping me,” she said. “I don’t want to seem unfriendly, but I’ve got to get inside my ship

where I can be alone.”

“You’re sure you’re not hurt?” His bass voice rumbled with worry.

“No, I’m fine.” As her heartbeat steadied, questions rushed into her mind. Who was he? Where had he

come from? He watched her with calm determination—like someone who knew what he wanted and

how he was going to get it. The air between them vibrated with the force of his personality.

Biting her lip, she studied him with the intense interest she usually reserved for Hawk’s engines. His

confident stance and fit body told her he was a man who could handle trouble. He had a square jaw line

and a wide, generous mouth. A shining cap of dark brown hair fell to his shoulders, framing his clean-cut

features. She frowned as an unusual fluttering sensation passed through her stomach. Great, not only did

he smell like sex and sin, but he was also a hunk.

She had to get a grip. Smell could be a dangerous thing; instinctual, arousing. If she indulged the desire

raging through her and moved closer to him, he would catch her scent. Her pulsed raced at the thought of

the resulting explosion of desire. Heat, passion, their two bodies molded together. But in the end she’d

be hurt—again. Her starship and safety were only a few meters away. She willed her feet to move, to

take her away from this stranger, away from the mystery of their similarity, away from his magnificent

body.

His eyes locked with hers and held her motionless. Fear skittered through her as she licked her lips.

What was happening? She’d watched men go crazy with passion when she came near. This man had the

same effect on her, merely by standing there.

You smell like heaven. Sean’s words came back to her. That was her curse—the curse that had driven

her into a lonely life aboard the Hawk, the curse that made male hormones spiral out of control.

She took a careful breath. His rich, musky scent teased her with sweet desire. Her stomach did a little

flip-flop as she stared into his eyes. They were a compelling shade of deep violet. They reminded her of

the color the darkening sky turned at the moment before a ship left atmosphere and entered space.

Staring into their depths, she saw the shadow of grief. If he was like her, he too must have suffered

terrible loneliness.

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Heat flared up in her veins again, ignited by his probing stare. She looked down, only to find herself

appraising the bulge in his pants. Goddess, where was it safe to look on this man?

Desperate, she focused on his hands. They were strong hands with long fingers. Desire exploded in her

belly and shot upward. Her nipples tightened at the thought of those hands on her skin. She forced her

breathing to stay calm. She’d given up any thought of a normal relationship years ago. If she got any

closer to him, it would be sex, mad sex, and nothing else.

She fought to ignore the fiery warmth running riot through her body. The man radiated energy, an energy

that shimmered over her skin, warming her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Blood burned

in her cheeks and pooled in her loins where it caused a pleasant throbbing. Her throat went dry and at

the same time other parts of her grew wet. How long had it been since she’d satisfied that need with a

man in her bed? She didn’t even want to think about that.

* * *

Blane folded his arms across his chest and waited while Ange Bennett gave him a thorough once-over.

The woman looked spooked by something. Of course, almost getting raped probably did that to a

woman, but he already knew she was someone who didn’t spook easily. He’d spent the past few days

investigating her, learning about her history—doing the dirty work for his brother Ryol as usual.

Ryol wanted a ship to take them back to Kyffin. Blane smiled at the irony. For once, what Ryol wanted

and what he wanted were one in the same. Ever since his unwilling departure from Kyffin, he’d been

looking for a way back. And now, Ryol was offering it to him—demanding it of him. There was a price,

naturally. There was always a price with Ryol. But he’d demanded his price, too. Quid pro quo. The

ancient exchange of favors. He’d give Ryol what he wanted, and in return, Ryol would help him rescue

those he’d been forced to abandon.

But first they needed a ship. After some discrete questions around the spaceport, he’d decided Hawk’s

Flight would be perfect for the job. Only, its captain was something of a mystery.

He narrowed his gaze, caught the flush mounting in her cheeks. He knew why. She was confused,

shaken by overwhelming desire. The breeze was blowing toward her—she’d caught his scent. He knew

the effect he had on women. Not that it meant anything. It was chemical, biological, hormonal, anything

but real. The desire flaming to sudden life in her eyes was empty, meaningless, nothing more than her

hormones going into overdrive. In his younger days he’d taken full advantage of his body’s strange ability

to lure women, but the lust only made the loneliness more painful in the end. These days he preferred to

stay alone, locked in his studio, creating his sculptures. No woman would ever love him for who he

was—only for what he smelled like.

He drove the thought away. Tonight his aberration might work to his advantage. If his scent enticed

Ange Bennett, so much the better. Ryol was desperate to find a pilot willing to fly into the Abandoned

Zone at once, so they’d reach Kyffin in time for the double moon rising. He’d even lent Blane his car and

his driver for the trip to the spaceport.

Ryol and his obscene wealth, money made from the same enticing aroma that cursed Blane’s life.

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Ryol would expect Captain Bennett to jump at the fee he was authorized to offer. But Blane knew she

would be hard to convince. He’d heard enough about her reputation in the past two days to expect a

tough cookie, and she’d been putting up a pretty good fight when the car had landed. What he hadn’t

expected was a tough cookie with blonde, curly hair and eyes the deep green of a sun-warmed tropical

sea.

Steady, boy! Blane shook his head as he contemplated her unexpected beauty. He had a sudden

impulse to close the distance she had put between them and sweep her into his arms. That was the last

thing he needed—to get close to a woman. Especially a woman he’d be spending weeks with in space.

He was here on business. He wanted to go to Kyffin as much as Ryol did—although for different

reasons.

Still, she made a lovely picture standing on the ramp, silhouetted against the sky. He admired the proud

way she held her head, her tawny curls ruffled by the breeze, her green eyes watchful as she took his

measure. With her unruly head of hair and her defiant stance, she looked like a warrior princess out of

some holoflic. She wore baggy pants tucked into scuffed black boots, a plain, gray tunic and a bulky

jacket that hid the shape of her body. But she couldn’t hide the delicate bone structure of her

heart-shaped face or the soft fullness of her lips. His breathing quickened as he took in her beauty and he

amended his mental description—she was more like an elfin princess than a warrior. She made him think

of the magical women in the Fa’erie tales in his childhood.

With an effort, Blane forced his mind back to business. As much as he might enjoy standing and ogling

Ange Bennett all night—and she seemed equally engrossed in staring at him—he’d come to the

spaceport for a reason. He smiled and turned on the charm. “Let me explain my presence here, Captain

Bennett. I want to hire your services.”

Her eyes widened and she backed up a step. Her tense posture made him think of a wild animal leery of

a trap. The attack must have unnerved her more than he’d realized. He wanted to take her in his arms,

hold her, and comfort her. But that was impossible. He couldn’t get that close without arousing her.

Maybe it was a good thing she was so skittish tonight.

Blane kept his smile pasted on his face, but his conscience chided him. It didn’t matter what Ange

Bennett wanted. He intended to hire her. His informant said she was close to broke with no new work in

sight. A few days of paying the docking fees at this spaceport and she would be in danger of losing her

ship.

Ange Bennett needed work bad.

And he had a job for her to do.

She wiped her hands against her pants. “Hire me for what?”

“I’ve been told that you sometimes fly into the Abandoned Zone.”

She lifted her chin. “There’s no law against that.”

“Certainly not. But very few captains are willing to take the risk anymore. However, that’s where we

want to go. To Kyffin.”

“We?” She frowned at him.

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“Myself and my brother. Ryol Llewelyn. You may have heard of him. He’s a wealthy businessman.”

“I’m sorry.” She shook her head with real regret in her eyes. “I could use the money, but I don’t take

passengers. You’ll have to find someone else.”

Blane planted his hands on his hips. She must be bluffing, angling for more money. After all, she was

fairly desperate for cash. Well, Ryol could afford it. “Money is no problem. We’ll pay you whatever you

ask.”

“Sorry.” Her kissable mouth set in a firm line. She lifted a hand, palm outward. “I only deal in cargo. The

answer is no. Period.”

She was a stubborn one, all right. He liked that. A woman with backbone. But he had a job to do. The

chance to get back to Kyffin wouldn’t come again soon. Time to entice her with a whiff of his scent. He

took a step closer.

Alarm flared in her eyes. “Keep back!” she snapped.

“Sure.” He stopped. The breeze was blowing her way. He knew his scent would soon work its magic.

Meanwhile, she made an enchanting picture. His informants had said she was a strange one, a loner.

He’d read her file again just before leaving for the spaceport. She’d been raised on various spaceships

by her mother, a ship’s engineer who had died in an accident three standard years ago. She’d bought

Hawk’s Flight with the insurance settlement, but pickings were slim for independent spacers and she was

barely getting by. She made enough to keep the Hawk in space by being willing to fly places no one else

dared to go.

No family, no boyfriends, no ties. Hard to believe someone so young and so lovely could be so alone.

And no passengers. Ever.

A smile appeared on Blane’s lips. He liked a challenge. “Why no passengers?” He kept his tone light.

She looked away and for a moment he thought she would refuse to answer. Instead, she shrugged. “I

doubt you’d understand. Let’s just say I don’t get along with men.” She gave her head a little shake,

making the curls of her blonde mop bounce, and stared at the shadows under the ramp where Sean had

thrown her to the ground. “Tonight is a prime example.”

He laughed, and immediately regretted it when she threw him an angry look. “Oh, come on,” he said,

trying to recover. “How often does some man attempt to rape you?”

A blush darkened her cheeks. “That’s none of your business. And my ship is my ship. I’ll do as I wish

with her. Please leave.”

“If you insist.” He forced a pleasant smile to his face. What had happened to his invincible charm? He’d

expected her to be all over him by now, clinging to his neck, kissing his mouth, inviting him to her bed.

They always did. He had to get closer so the scent would hit her, but she seemed determined to put even

more distance between them. She started up the ramp, her head turned to keep a wary eye on him. In

another moment, she’d be inside, out of his reach.

He had to play his trump card. Ryol would be livid if he failed. But more importantly, there were people

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on Kyffin who needed what Ryol would bring.

“We’ll meet again, captain.”

She tossed a glare at him over her shoulder. “How so?”

“When you lose your ship to your debtors and she’s mine, I’ll hire you on as part of the crew.”

She froze with one hand on the railing, the other clenched into a fist at her side. Fear flashed across her

face, followed by anger. She narrowed her eyes and examined him with distain. “I’m not going to lose

Hawk’s Flight.”

“You will if no one hires you soon. Not only is my brother wealthy, he’s also quite influential. He can see

to it that no one does.”

At that, she whirled around to face him full on, her body braced as if for battle. “Why would you do that

to me?”

“Because we need you to fly us to Kyffin. Look—” he summoned up his best boyish grin. “I don’t know

what your problem is with taking passengers, but I promise we’ll stay out of your hair.”

Her hands curled into fists. “I don’t like being blackmailed.”

“And I don’t like blackmailing people. Besides, I’ve got nowhere to park a spaceship. So let’s make it

easy for both of us. My brother will pay you an outrageous sum of money and we’ll stay out of your way

for the whole trip, if you take the two of us to Kyffin.”

Her mouth quivered at that. He’d almost gotten her to smile. “I tell you what, you name the price,” he

added.

She caught a tawny curl between thumb and forefinger and played with it as she eyed him. Gods, she

was gorgeous. And as skittish as a Managastian wild cat. Maybe she had good reason to be leery of two

strange men on her ship.

“I promise we’ll stay out of your sight. You won’t even know we’re on board.” He poured sincerity into

his voice. “My brother’s something of a hermit anyway. So am I, for that matter.” He shrugged.

Her eyes sparked with interest. “What’s your business on Kyffin?”

Blane let out a breath and relaxed. “It’s Ryol’s business, really. I’m just his gofer. He’ll explain it to

you.”

Footsteps rang on the concrete pavement and Ryol’s driver reappeared.

“I turned the man in to the guards,” he said to Blane. He nodded his head to Ange. “They’ll probably be

stopping by tomorrow to get a statement from you, captain.”

“I guess I owe you something for that.” Ange bit down on her lip. “Okay. But there’ll be some strict

rules. You’ll have to agree to stay out of my control room—and anywhere else I declare off limits.”

“That’s no problem.” Blane held out his hand but she backed up another step, clearly unwilling to touch

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