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“You sleep naked,” Maggie said, sounding amused as she settled beside him on the floor of his living room.
“Which is why you risk much sneaking into my bed. I may not be able to resist you, even if I wanted to.”
“Hmm, warning noted. And I didn’t sneak into your bed. I left your bed in the bedroom.” She tapped a nail against the hardwood. “This is a floor with two blankets and a pillow.Nota bed.”
“Must you argue about everything?
“I know you appreciate accuracy.”
“I do, but your hand is on my chest. Find another resting place. Lower.”
“I didn’t come for sex.”
“Then why are you here?”
“It’s two a.m. and I’ve been staring at the clock for hours. I thought having company might help me sleep. You know, a little talk, a little… whatever… a change of pace to tire me out, if nothing more.”
“A little whatever? Female, you are torturously vague at times. If you plan to keep me up, we should move to my bed and be more comfortable.”
“Can you contain yourself, Z?”
He couldn’t read her expression, beyond a need that hovered in her eyes. She flirted with him, and yet she seemed to be asking for something beyond sex.
“I’m not the one moving her hands down my chest.”
“Ah, yes, well, as a marshal… former marshal… I learned to explore my surroundings. And I can’t see in the dark, so… feeling my way around is necessary. Or I could use my tongue. Commander’s choice.”
“Commander now? You’ve elevated me.”
“Which part of you?
He gripped her upper arm when her fingertips moved passed his abdomen. “This is not like you.”
“And yet you didn’t stop me that night we slept together.”
He’d felt a connection to her that night, but it had been one-sided. She hadn’t been fully aware.
He had to keep his hands off of her. If he could convince her to do the same to him, they could focus on finding Var’Len. “Tell me about the code in your diary.”
She shrugged. “It’s something I made up a while ago.”
“Konnitch hasn’t broken the code yet, and DAA is looking at the diary closely. Give me the cipher key.”
“I don’t want anyone knowing what’s in it.”
“I’m not asking for them.”
“I don’t wantyouto know what I wrote, okay?” When he stared at her, she laid her head on his chest. “They’re my private thoughts,” she whispered. “About you.”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered in her ear. “But I need to learn everything I can about what’s going on before the DAA does, so I can find the slavers and anticipate the DAA’s next move. I’m doing this to protect you.”
“Find another way.”
“You’re making my job difficult.”
“I’m still nothing more than a job to you, aren’t I?”
He threaded his fingers through her hair. “No, you’re much more. What did you write about me?”
