“I could sure use some help. The kids can get rowdy sometimes and I don’t have the energy I used to have.”
Heather frowned. Mona was a young mom, in her late twenties. “I’m going to ask the Drastans to send a team of medikos. Our tribe has received fewer radiation treatments than the others.”
“I do feel better after a treatment.”
Heather patted her on the arm. “Tell Kiki I’ll stop by later tonight to check on her. I need to make arrangements for the commander and his people.”
Mona glanced behind Heather at where Devlon was standing. “He sure is handsome.”
“Is he?” She tried not to sound jealous over the other woman’s appreciation.
“Oh yeah, I’d jump all over that.”
“He’s taken,” Heather blurted out. Where the hell did that come from?
“Figures, all the good ones get taken fast.”
“I’ll see ya later.”
She turned and walked over to Devlon. What must he think about what he just saw happen? It was surprising he didn’t try to step in more. He liked to be in charge.
“Is there anything I can do?” Devlon asked.
“If you could have a team of medikos sent down. I hadn’t realized how long it had been since they received treatments, they’re kind of looking exhausted.”
“Of course. There’s still a team at Jerry Lee’s tribe. I’ll have them come tomorrow.”
“Thank you. Now, let’s get you and your people settled. I have someone else I need to deal with before the night is over.” Heather was starting to question whether Devlon was right about someone trying to take over her position as tribe leader. Though it seemed it wasn’t the rebels she had to worry about, but one of her own people.
