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Hitting the intercom, he bellowed, “Jade!”

“Sir?” she replied instantly

“Where are you?”

“Engineering bay”

“Stay put I’ to see you”

By the ti the food processor

Mason strode toward the workbench, a renewed look of purpose on his face and a confidence to his swagger—fuck, he was hot! She froze, not in fear, but because often when he had that look it was usually about her, the burning fire he would quench in her wetness Since she’d opened up to him, he aced her every time and she’d no reason to deny him However, he halted by the bench, kept his distance, and rolled his eyes, s softly

“Food defiler working again?” he asked He’d adopted her sense of humor and it suited him

“Yep, just needed a thorough clean”

They’d visited a s a docile planetoid and stocked up on real food, as in fresh and edible without having to spin it through a processor It had been a joint trip with both of the for supplies: new clothes and a few other consumables needed on Titan Mason had an allowance to spend and he had been generous with it

Unfortunately, the best of the fresh food had been eaten and they were relying on the processor once again

“You look ani right through her and igniting a sparkle of excitement The butterflies continued to storm into her belly

“News Krul,” said Mason, “the last fugitive, has been located on a planet I’ve altered course and we should be there in a few days if the engines can keep up max speed”

“They can,” she declared proudly The interceptor was running at opti space at twice the rate it had done when Mason had captured her

“Good We’re going to Kathamu” He folded his arms