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Will Ly risk his ownership of The Chelonian for love, or will Britt destroy his life?
Ly let Gavin open his cabin door and admit Britt. He wanted that full visual before he got close enough to touch her. Thinking he’d been wrong in remembering the fine lines of her body, he discovered he had the details pegged down to every perfect curve.
Gavin pulled out a chair for her at the table, and Ly motioned for her to have a seat. “Miss Colquinn.”
Britt sat. “Thank you for the invitation to dine with you and Major Crane.”
“It seemed a nice prequel to our evening.” He poured a shot of whiskey into a crystal tumbler and placed the glass in front of her.
“I haven’t seen decanters or fine glassware used in a long time,” she said.
“Two-hundred-year-old Scotch deserves a proper setting.” Gavin slid a hand over Britt’s shoulder and caressed her collarbone. “I’ve been saving it for a special moment.”
“I didn’t know anything older than ten years existed since the repeal of the liquor laws.” She put the glass rim to her lips.
“Just because they reinstated prohibition for the third time and it lasted over a hundred years, doesn’t mean people got rid of their stash,” Gavin said. “I got this at an auction last month, and I’ve been saving it for a special occasion.
Ly heard the seductive tone in Gavin’s voice—not a hint of pressure. Instead of feeling anxious, Gavin sounded more than ready to dive straight into having sex with Britt.
“Shall we eat?” Ly picked up two plates from a warming rack. If he didn’t interrupt Gavin soon, the man would have his dessert undressed.
“This looks good.” Britt lifted her fork.
“You look good.” Gavin stroked Britt’s hair. “The food is okay.”
“Sit, Major,” Ly finally ordered, finding Gavin’s ease around Britt unnerving.
Gavin’s brow shot up in surprise. During duty, everything was very professional between them. Sexual trysts were more lax—no orders, commands or superiority.
“Give her a chance to eat so she has the strength to endure your raging libido, Major,” Ly offered in a gentler tone.
“You’re right. I’m a dog. Forgive me, Britt?” The Major sat and put his hand over hers on the table. Britt slid her fork along the plate, lifting a bit of food to her lips.
“Please, don’t trouble yourself,” she said, and chewed her food and swallowed it. Then she looked up from her plate and smiled. The soft glow of her blue eyes had a faraway sadness that failed to match the sensual expression she tried to present.
“Is this your first position on a cargo transport?” Ly asked, elevating the conversation above the Major’s overt sexual interest in her.
“My first on any spacecraft, Commander.”
“Oh?” He took a drink from his glass, letting the liquid heat of the whiskey keep him alert as it scorched its way from his throat to his stomach. “What made you choose to work in space?”
“I needed a change.”
Ly couldn’t think what else to say. Gavin more than made up for his silence with idle chatter while Ly studied Britt. There was something warm and wonderful in the tone of her voice and her expressions that changed during the meal. Gavin’s casual chatter always made women feel at ease.
Ly couldn’t eat. No food was more seductive than Britt’s fragrance. Anxious and surprised by his feelings, he stood to get away from the table after Britt and Gavin finished eating. Taking his glass, he sat on the lounge, distancing himself from the couple.