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Chapter 4

Tru leaned as far forward as the seat harness allowed, gaze glued to the ship’s viewscreen showing Alludra’s surface as they entered the atmosphere. She kept a wary eye on the man beside her as well.

They broke through the cloud cover, and Tru got her first glimpse of the white-capped mountains and deep forests spread panoramically below her. She tracked the winding path of an immense, slow moving river. Against one of its wide, gentle curves, a large city sprawled outward, its tall buildings gleaming in the morning light. The ship switched from the artificial grav needed in space to the gravitational pull of the planet below them.

“The city to our right is Glendoran.” Nick adjusted their trajectory. “It’s the biggest city on Alludra. The main spaceport has a great deal of traffic, but we won’t land there. We’re heading a bit farther west, toward a private landing pad.”

“Yours, I suppose?”

He shrugged, leaving the interpretation to her. Nick slowed Messenger’s descent, and the bottom of Tru’s stomach dropped out with the sudden change in speed. The ship gave a great shudder in the clutch of Alludra’s gravity and the reduction in engine power. Gripping the arms of her chair, she glanced at her companion. She’d never travelled on a ship as small as this one, where she felt everything. Unnerved, needing the distraction, she focused on the scene outside.

Sprawling cities populated her own world, Bretonne, a dense, multi-cultural planet with little green space. Her family’s wealth guaranteed her home to be surrounded by beautifully landscaped gardens. Artificial and elaborate, they were designed to impress. She enjoyed the bubbling fountains, flowering plants and manicured pathways, but the verdant land below made her realize how pale those gardens appeared in comparison.

A staggering variety of giant trees grew on this world, gilded in colors she’d never seen before and hardly had names for. Even the color of the sky seemed brighter, with shades drifting from the palest of blues to deep indigo. Clouds buffeted by an unseen wind skittered across the clear sky, wispy trails of white blurring into the blue.

Nick banked sharply to the left, slowing their descent further and leveling off. Tru jerked and clutched the armrests of her chair tighter.

“Relax. I haven’t crashed one of these babies yet, so stop worrying,” he said testily, keeping his gaze on the navigation console. He moved his fingers over the keys, making small alterations to their course, inching the ship’s nose up.

Closer to the ground, their airspeed was more noticeable. The land became less thickly wooded, giving way to gentle hills and valleys. Houses played peek-a-boo in the ever-changing landscape and farmland stretched like a brown scar through the brilliant colors of the trees.

Polished metal glinted in the sunlight. A handful of ships similar to Messenger occupied an immense landing pad and held little interest for Tru. The same couldn’t be said for the sleek, small craft that attracted and held her attention. Narrow and clearly designed for only one occupant, they gleamed with predatory intent. They looked like weapons waiting to be fired. Why would he have such machines?

She turned to Nick to ask. The answer materialized right before her, reflected in the harsh beauty of his face. Here, barely contained, existed the same power and the same deadly potential. He was as much a weapon as the craft resting on the landing pad. A shiver rippled down her back.

His absolute concentration gave her the opportunity to admire the masculine grace and economical movements of his body as he prepared the ship for landing. Grateful the landing gear engaging camouflaged her soft sigh, Tru quickly turned her head and nibbled her bottom lip. She felt a powerful mix of uneasiness and attraction in his presence.

He set Messenger down with hardly a bump, engines hissing as they shut down and began to cool. With a flick of his wrist, he unbuckled the shoulder harness and rose while she fumbled with her own buckles. She stayed seated, because the tight confines of the bridge would bring their bodies uncomfortably close. She already struggled with her awareness of him and the idea of being near enough to feel the heat radiate from his big body sent a different kind of shiver down her spine.

He retreated a little and motioned for her to precede him to the back of the ship and the outside door. “We’re just a short distance from my home. I maintain my business interests there.”

She gave him as wide a berth as possible while rising from her chair and leading the way. His gaze drilled into the back of her neck, and her heartbeat kicked up a notch. She tried to keep her unease at his closeness hidden. Instead, she concentrated on keeping her pace languid and graceful while hampered by heavy clothing and clumsy boots. Who knew all the training in deportment she’d endured would prove useful? Remembering the lessons, she straightened her spine and raised her chin a bit more, finding courage enough to let a tiny smile tease the corners of her mouth.

When they reached the main hatch, Nick slapped a hand against the control panel and door seals hissed as they released. The panel opened and a ramp extended to the ground. Hot, humid air washed over her, redolent with the scent of growing things and the mingling overlay of machinery and fuel fumes. Squinting against the bright sunlight and even brighter flashes glinting off the metal surfaces, she fought a sneeze.

His hand at the base of her spine urged her forward. She swallowed a gasp as its heat danced seductive sparks up her back. Distracted she forced herself to watch her feet as she moved. Metal grillwork of the landing pad echoed as he hurried her toward the end of the tarmac. Stone stairs curved to a pathway bordered by flowering shrubs and unobtrusive lights. The juxtaposition between the harsh environment of the landing pad and the garden path before her was unexpected. Intrigued she glanced at Nick, but didn’t have the nerve to ask questions.

By the time they reached the bottom, moisture prickled along her hairline and dotted her upper lip. Tru fumbled with the tabs on her heavy jacket and wished she dared stop long enough to remove it. Its weight suffocated her in the heat, but the impatience stamped on Nick’s face convinced her otherwise. Instead, she contented herself with letting it flap open and catch any stray breeze coming her way. She refused to ask him to slow down, even though she trotted to keep up with his long strides. She had her pride, battered though it was.

They rounded a corner and before her, shimmering in the sunlight, was his home. She stopped dead in her tracks, trying to take it all in. He took a couple of steps and stopped. He half turned, an eyebrow raised in question. She shut her gaping mouth with a snap, ignoring the flare of satisfaction on his face. “Oh my.”

The house spread before her wasn’t large, at least not by her family’s standards. And yet, it appeared nothing less than magnificent, designed to blend with its surroundings rather than draw attention. It was multileveled and built of a mellowed buff-colored stone with darker streaks running through it. Windows sparkled in the sunlight and flanked wide, deep stairs leading to the heavily carved front doors. Tall trees shaded the house and water splashed in a fountain encircled by flowers. A thick wall surrounded the house, looking impressive, rather than threatening, but she didn’t doubt for a minute uninvited guests wouldn’t make it very far.

Considered a masterpiece on her world, her family home seemed ostentatious and overblown compared to Nick’s.

“Your home is stunning,” Tru said. “It is not at all what I expected.” She couldn’t easily read his expression, but suspected her comment had annoyed him somehow.

He gave her a mocking bow and swept his arm out. “After you.”

Unsure how to respond, she nodded and preceded him up the path.

The great hallway was cool and a welcome relief from the humidity outside. She blinked while her eyes adjusted from the exterior brightness to the relative dimness inside the house. Approaching footsteps echoed off the marble floor and a man made his appearance. A broad smile full of humor and mischief lit his handsome face, but interest flashed in his shrewd gaze before he turned to Nick.

She was caught off guard when the man stopped in front of Nick and saluted before punching him lightly on the shoulder. Nick grinned and punched him back. They launched into conversation in a language she’d never heard before. Smooth, musical words mesmerized as she listened to the ebb and flow of their deep voices. The language sounded complex, beautiful and utterly alien. Unable to follow the conversation, Tru settled for watching the men.

Nick might command a room with the sheer force of his presence, but certainly the other man would never go unnoticed either. Although he focused on the conversation, she sensed his awareness of her. The angle of his head and set of his shoulders made him seem watchful.

Another resident joined them, but didn’t participate in the conversation. He listened intently, not paying much attention to her beyond the initial curious glance. Tru began to feel overwhelmed by so much testosterone in the room and it didn’t help when the men darted speculative glances her way throughout their conversation with Nick.

He spoke a single, sharp word and all conversation ceased. The men turned their attention to her with military precision. She edged closer and stood slightly behind Nick.

He caught her arm and drew her beside him. “Tru, this is Seth Mandekor and Callen Bluestone, my partners.” He’d indicated each of the men in front of her with a brisk nod. “And this is Tru Creighton.” The subtle emphasis on her name confirmed she’d been the topic of conversation. Not a new circumstance, but one she’d never found comfortable.

Seth turned warm hazel eyes her way and winked. “Welcome, Tru Creighton.”

His mischievous smile invited a response, and Tru relaxed enough to smile back. Seth Mandekor was as handsome as sin and she suspected not averse to using his looks to his advantage. Like Nick, he stood tall and broad-shouldered, with his sun-streaked brown hair, cut shorter than the current fashion. He exuded geniality, and the lines bracketing his mouth attested he smiled easily. He appeared a complete opposite to Nick’s darker personality but the same shadows lurked in his eyes as in Nick’s. She had no idea what had left such a mark on either man, and wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

Callen nodded, but didn’t say anything. He offered a brief smile, which for all its brevity still held enough charm to give her pause. His watchful winter gray eyes seemed reserved, too old for such a young face. He drifted away silent as a wraith, carrying himself like the others, shoulders square and movements bearing a lethal hunter’s grace. He hadn’t made her uncomfortable exactly, just very conscious of his presence.

“The boss man here says you’re in a bit of trouble.” Seth took her arm and led her deeper into the house. “I can’t help but notice those nasty bruises you’re sporting, darlin’. Just point me in the right direction and I will be happy to take care of the bast–ah, bully who did that to you.”

Self-conscious, Tru lifted a hand to the bruising along her temple and brushed her hair forward, trying to hide the discoloration marring her skin.

“Ah. Thank you, but it won’t be necessary,” Tru assured him. She glanced over her shoulder at Nick frowning and pacing behind them.

“Now, you don’t want to deprive me of a little fun do you? It wouldn’t be right to let whoever did this get away with hurting a little thing like you, now would it?”

Tru ventured a quick peek at the handsome man holding onto her arm, unsure if he joked. His tone might have been light and teasing, but the tightness around his mouth told a different story.

“Let it be, Seth. I put the bruises on Tru,” Nick growled from somewhere behind her.

Seth stopped and turned, drawing Tru along with him. “You?”

Nick nodded, holding his gaze. “Yes. Me.”

The hand holding Tru’s arm tightened as Seth’s face darkened with confusion and something akin to anger. Responding instinctively to the rising tension between the two men, she jerked her arm out of Seth’s grasp, a little surprised he released her so easily, and moved to stand in front of Nick.

“He didn’t know I was a girl when he hit me. I shouldn’t have been following him.”

Seth took his eyes off Nick long enough to look at her. The tightness around his eyes lessened, replaced by a glint of amusement. She must look ridiculous, hovering between the two men. Her head barely reached Nick’s shoulder, but there she stood, ready to defend him if necessary. Seth raised his hands in surrender and took a half step backward.

Some of the tension drained from Seth’s shoulders and her own relaxed in response.

She glanced up at Nick. He seemed thrown by the turn of events and following impulse she moved closer to him. She felt the controlled strength in his hands as they cupped her shoulders. He rubbed them up and down her arms in a gesture of comfort. It was a side of him rarely seen, if the astonished look on Seth’s face was anything to go by. She wondered if Nick was even aware of what he was doing.

“Sorry. I guess I overreacted a little.”

“Easy to do, given the evidence,” Nick replied.

Just like that it was over, and everything was back to normal.

Tru blinked a couple of times, wondering what had just happened. Deciding she would never understand men, she shrugged. Licking her bottom lip, she felt grit and grimaced. Hot and sticky with sweat, she slipped off her jacket and brushed at the streak of dirt on her right breast. Moisture trickled down her collarbone and her shirt clung to her back and chest, making it almost transparent in places. She undid the top buttons on her shirt, and wafted it to create a cooling breeze.

* * * *

Nick started to say something to Seth and completely lost his train of thought when he noticed what Tru was doing. The sudden silence must have alerted her and she looked up. Nick shut his mouth with a snap and could have sworn he heard Seth do the same. It was hard to hide his appreciation even when he noticed the blush climbing her cheeks as she realized he was watching her every move.

“The dust of Lodestone gets on everything,” she muttered, while shifting her jacket in front. She frowned at the dirt on her shirtfront.

Nick raised an eyebrow and visually traced the new streak of dirt up to the pulse beating in her throat. Everything in him tightened and he wanted her with an urgency he hadn’t felt in a long time. He started to step toward her but made himself stop. This wasn’t the time or the place. Shaking his head to clear his mind, he tamped down on his desire.

“Let me show you to a room where you can clean up. I’m sure we’ll be able find something for you to wear until more appropriate clothing is available.” Even to his own ears his voice sounded rough, a little strained. “Seth, why don’t you see what you can find?” he said over his shoulder as he guided Tru to the stairway sweeping in a wide curve to the upper floors.

It was difficult to ignore the slight tremor of her body beside him and his grip tightened, drawing her closer. He glanced at her averted profile and wondered what she thought. The fact it even occurred to him to wonder was a new and troubling experience. Rarely had he gotten far enough into a relationship to concern himself and he wasn’t sure he liked it now. His lips compressed and he walked faster, only slowing down when her faint protest made him aware of what he was doing. It was not an edifying discovery to find himself acting like a damn fool kid who’d found himself alone with his crush for the first time.

He guided her down a long hallway before stopping outside a door at the end. Leaning around her to open it, he made sure their bodies did not touch. She stepped over the threshold and then turned to face him as he stood in the hallway. She continued to clutch her jacket like a shield.

“Thank you.” Blue eyes rose to his and then were veiled behind lowered lashes. Her mouth opened as if she’d say something more, but Seth appeared beside him, and handed her a folded bundle of clothes.

“I think these will do for now.” He offered her a roguish grin.

Tru nodded and took the clothes. She backed further into the room her eyes still on Nick. Seth took the hint and left as silently as he’d arrived.

“Get cleaned up, Tru,” Nick ordered softly. “We’ll talk later.”

Unable to resist, he stepped over the threshold to brush a finger along the bruise darkening her temple and down to the marks on her throat. Her smooth, warm skin made it difficult to control the urge to slide his hand to the nape of her neck and urge her closer. He dropped his hand, fingers fisting against his thigh, and moved back. It took Tru closing the door to release him from the spell weaving between them. Even longer for him to walk away.