He was bored and he was lonely. Lonely, he could deal with, but he loathed being bored. Sure enough, no sooner had the massive entry hatch to his Frontiera stronghold groaned open than she pulled a weapon on him, and he found himself being escorted back into his own home at laser gunpoint. That was a twist he hadn't expected. He looked down at her as the hatch slammed shut against the swirling snow and frigid wind. She was just a little bit of a thing, wrapped in a cape of buttery-soft skrog leather dusted with snow. Visible over the weapon were two big green eyes filled with a mixture of fear and determination, a pert nose and the prettiest, most kissable mouth he had seen in some time. Seven hells, he must be lonelier than he'd thought. Or perhaps memory was a more powerful force than he'd reckoned. Because those eyes and that mouth had stirred powerful urges in him the first he saw her, too—even if he hadn't acted on them at the time. "You evidently have business with me," he said.
