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She tilted to the side to glance around Tasha’s body then her eyes opened wide. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you had company.” She chuckled. “I hope I brought enough for everyone.”
Tasha took the plate offered and returned her smile. “Thank you for bringing them by. My name’s Tasha and this is my best friend Nisha and my neighbors, Phate, Solgre and Kien.”
There was a chorus of hellos’ and nice to meet you.
Margie stretched her smile and waved at them. “My name is Margie. I just moved in and I’m new to town. You own the boutique on Main Street, right?”
Tasha nodded. “Have you been in?”
“Just once, but I didn’t spend the time I’d wanted to. I’ve been so busy unpacking and working, but I would love to stop by.”
Tasha’s face brightened. “That sounds good. I would love to style you.”
“That. Sounds. Awesome.” Margie glanced down at her body. “I really need a stylist.”
“Well, you’ve come to the right place.” Tasha chuckled.
“Hey, do you mind if I set this down inside. I know it looks like I have muscles, but I’m weak. I haven’t been to the gym in months.”
There was a lot going on in her apartment at the moment, but what she wasn’t, was rude. So, after a brief hesitation, Tasha stepped to the side. “Yeah, sure. Come in.” She could spare fifteen minutes of niceties, then send her upstairs neighbor on her way and they could get back to discussing the travel details.
Margie’s smile stretched across her face as she breezed through the front door. “Thanks! It sure is nice to finally meet the neighbors.”
Chapter Sixteen
They were nestled comfortablyin her bed, and she couldn’t see herself doing anything else or wanting to be anywhere else than where she was currently. Tasha laid against Phate’s chest, listening contently to the heartbeat that sounded much different than hers. Instead of a lub-dub like a human’s heart, Phate’s had a third sound to it.
Alien.
That thought should’ve had her reeling. But it didn’t.
Phate’s rhythmic breathing hitched, and he grumbled incoherent in his sleep then tightened an arm around her, pulling her closer against him. She smiled to herself at his possessiveness even in his sleep.
“Bad dream?” she asked softly. She didn’t want to wake him if he wasn’t already. But since he was already work, she used her fingernails to play in the blond, sparse, curly hair on his chest.
“I dreamt that we were onHalo One, on our way to a new assignment.” His voice was groggy and deep and filled with sleep.
