“Really?” he asked, feigning surprise. “Because I can’t stop thinking about it. How your skin felt. How your muscles moved under me. How your hands clawed at my back. How you tasted like—“
“Enough!” she yelled.
Five heads turned around to look at her. She flushed, her skin taking on an orange glow he hadn’t seen before.
Kat swore under her breath, unbuckling her belts and rising. “I’m going to get something to drink,” she told the crew, then made for the bridge exit.
The ship slowed suddenly, and Kat swayed, tumbling into his chair. Jeffrey caught her easily on his lap, staring down at her with a lecherous smile.
Kat leaped up. “Report!”
“We’re at the coordinates you gave us. No sign of the human vessel on short or long-range scans.”
Jeffrey unbuckled his belts and stood, moving closer to the central console. “No sign of them, eh?”
“No, sir,” said the soldier at the scanning station.
Jeffrey turned to Kat. “That prison planet Major Ontarii was talking about. Do we have those coordinates?”
Kat nodded, sure the requisition chief would have programmed an update of crucial information into the navigational system. “According to the readings from the ship Drake and Major Ontarii brought back, it should be located in this system.”
She pulled up a star chart on the view screen. The navigator studied it carefully.
“Take us in that direction,” Jeffrey ordered, and the navigator nodded and began programming in the new coordinates.
“I want constant scans, long and short range,” Jeffrey told the Zantharian at the scanning station. At the first sign of theEarhart, you let me know.”
“Will do.”
He turned his attention back to Kat, taking her arm. “Now, about that drink.”
She pulled her arm out of his. “Get it yourself.”
“I will, but you’ll show me how.”
She stared down her nose at him, her eyes cold.
“That’s an order, Lieutenant Yarr.”
Without a word, she moved to the exit, Jeffrey right behind her.
