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His posture changed, a mixture of relief and surprise clear in his relaxed shoulders. "You really think you can handle it?"
"Absolutely. I’m going to help you keep this detour short. We need to get ourselves out of this mess. I'm all in."
He gave me an approving nod. "I’ll let Gravix know to head to our first client. I'll show you the ropes, and we'll make those deliveries go fast."
"Just as long as we don’t have to pretend to be a couple again. I’m not very good at playing your galaxy-hopping girlfriend."
"I don’t know, Faye." He paused for a quick second to turn back to me. The glint in his onyx eyes held both mischief and something deeper, more molten. "Your kiss said otherwise."
Chapter Eight
FAYE
Leave it to Klinn tobring up the kiss and then take off before I have a chance to cry foul. I wasn’t about to follow him into the cockpit and tell him off in front of his friends. It would just look...weird.
We had more important things to do, anyway. The sooner we could get these deliveries made to his clients, the sooner we could get back to our real aim of finding Riven.
Afterwards, I could get back to my real job. No more alien antics and their backtalk. No more mentioning kisses. If my agency learned of it, it could be seen as me fraternizing with a criminal. I could lose my agent status with the Wanderstar Fleet.
The thought made my stomach hurt. There was no way I planned on being sent back to Earth with a busted track record. Word would reach the force in Chicago. I could practically hear some of the older probies reveling in my mistake.
That’s Madison. Another botched opportunity, another burned bridge. Should’ve sent a man up there.
I watched from a window in the main corridor as the ship began its descent onto the surface of Lunaris, one of Xaxos’s moons. I learned during my briefing when I first got to Xaxos that Lunaris was the most populated of the moons. Most of the others were used for Wanderstar Fleet military training purposes.
I returned to my makeshift space in the storage room as the ship landed. Minutes later, Klinn knocked on the door. I answered it to see him wearing neutral gray colors instead of the all-black attire he wore on Malecor. His long hair was tied back, making the contours of his face more pronounced, accentuating the strong and sculpted angles of his jawline and cheekbones.
"What’s with the wardrobe change?"
"It looks more delivery service than Malecor Mercenary, don’t you think?" He tossed a grey shirt at me. "It’s a little big for you, but it can go over what you’re wearing."
I pulled the shirt over my tee while he stepped in the room to grab replicas off the shelves for his clients. "No belly-baring crop top to give me to wear for your rich friends? Was it just an exclusive Malecor look?"
He pretended to think about it as he stuffed a backpack with the contents of an entire shelf. "On second thought, they probably haven’t seen human bellies. You could get a good tip."
I sent him daggers in my glare. "Let’s go before you think of another con."
