He had no idea what it meant, but the very fact that it was soft and only sounding in the captain’s cabin told him that the problem wasn’t something like a taillight being out. No, it was more like a boarding alarm. He leaned over and shook Rhys’s shoulder lightly. “Up and at ’em, sweet stuff. We got visitors.” Sliding out of bed, he yanked his clothes on and strode across the room toward the large weapons locker. In pride of place, it filled most of the wall opposite. “Huh…” Her voice was delightfully sleep-filled and husky. Despite the adrenalin pumping through his system, Kel risked a glance over his shoulder as she rolled over and opened her eyes. She looked well-loved, her red hair tousled and her lips still slightly swollen from his kisses. A small patch of whisker-burn decorated the skin at the side of her full mouth. Male triumph surged through him. She looked like a woman who had been thoroughly bedded, but the dreamy look in her eyes didn’t stay there long.
