The mind-numbing pain was gone, her need to join temporarily sated by her One. She dropped her gaze to the pronounced ridge in Kane’s black cargo pants. “You need release.” She’d studied human anatomy for decades, seeking the solution to the transference problem. She knew prolonging release for a male was uncomfortable. “My needs can wait.” Kane’s lips pressed in a grim white line. “My mother is in danger.” Why would he choose to forgo release? She could have pleasured him while he pleasured her. Eshe straightened, the answer obvious. He hadn’t wanted her to touch him. She turned away from Kane, hiding her distress. Her One didn’t want her. Eshe donned her sunglasses, concealing her Orogone eyes. “I’m ready.” She pushed away her concerns and focused on saving his mother’s life. “If I give you an order, you obey it.” Kane reached behind him and touched the handle of his gun as though assuring himself it was still tucked in his waistband. “Don’t speak.
