“No, I want Lt. Vadar to remain where he is. I called him while you were talking with the lieutenant colonel and told him that we’ll leave in the morning. He’ll make camp to guard the subcar.”
“I don’t get it. Why does the subcar need guarding?”
“The rebels might sabotage it.”
She had a hard time believing anyone would want to attack her or her people. They were no threat and held no power. The ones that seemed to be at more risk were Devlon and his people. Every time they brought supplies down to her people they risked exposure to radiation and being targeted by a group of humans that feared them. She had come to know the Drastans and admired them. They were just trying to help those in need. To think that humans had attacked the Drastans for their humanitarian efforts made her feel ashamed to be a human sometimes.
“Why do you have that expression?”
“What expression?”
“Like you feel a deep sadness.”
She didn’t answer his question, but walked past him back into the building. His heat was just behind her as they stood there at the entrance. “Where are the apartments?”
“This level, 1A and 1B.”
“Over here.” She moved to the first set of doors to the right.
Devlon used the key to open the door to the first apartment. He followed her inside and closed the door behind them.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” Devlon demanded.
She glared at him. “I don’t answer to you, and I don’t have to tell you anything.”
“What did you and the lieutenant colonel discuss?”
She could refuse to tell him, but she wanted to see how he reacted. “I asked him to see if he could finalize my divorce.”
“Divorce...that’s the ending of your union, correct?”
She moved around the small living space, not looking at him. “Yes. It would’ve been done already, but the nukes hit and it wasn’t completed.”
“What did lieutenant colonel say about it?”
She shrugged. “Most of the paperwork is already done, David’s going to see about sending a notification. Mark could try to deny it, but that won’t stop the divorce.”
“When will it be final?”
“If he doesn’t fight it, it’s effective in forty-eight hours.”
“What if he fights it?”
She looked at him then. His eyes were dark and intense. She could drown in them. “It won’t make a difference, except as a matter of time. Probably a month.” She looked around the apartment. It was a one bedroom, and the kitchen was open to the living space.
“Devlon, I thought there were two apartments for us to use.”
“We only need one.”
Before she could say anything else, he reached for her and pulled her to him. She didn’t resist, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. His lips were firm and dominant. So were his hands, which were all over her, taking her clothes off piece by piece. Her blouse went first, then her bra. Her skirt slid down her legs, falling at her feet and leaving her in only her panties and heels. She wanted him naked too.
She kissed his chin and jaw while her hands undid his uniform buttons. She’d never been more desperate to feel him. She parted the material and began rubbing her hands up and down his chest, causing him to groan in need.
“Heather.”
Her name on his lips made her whole body tingle. She felt cold air on her now-bare breasts. Her nipples hardened, and then his warm hands were cupping her.
“That feels so good,” she whispered, arching so that he could take more of her flesh in his grasp. She growled in protest when he stopped touching her to bend and pick her up.
