He stepped closer to her and inhaled. The act made her shiver because she could feel his body’s heat almost reaching out to her. It made her soften toward him.
“Faith, let my medic take care of you. If you see that our medicine can make you feel better, I will offer medical help to your tribe and others.”
She bit her bottom lip, thinking about his offer. A rumbling sound emanated from his chest, making her glance up at his face. His eyes were darker as he stared at her mouth. Heat from his body overwhelmed her, making her feel a little woozy. Reaching out a hand to his chest to keep her steady caused him concern. He bent and swept her up into his arms and carried her the rest of the way.
“You just had to get me in your arms again,” she teased. Faith should’ve protested and demanded he put her down, but she got to be held, something she hadn’t had in forever.
He gave her a grin that made butterflies explode inside her stomach and an aching need in other parts of her.
“I don’t need an excuse to hold you, but I’ll take every chance I can.”
She laughed. God, where had this man been all her life? Oh yeah, in space.
They entered the medical facility. It looked like a large emergency room setup. There were a desk and a waiting area up front, but past that, a row of beds with those hanging sheets around them filled the rest of the space.
A tall, handsome man in Drastan clothing approached.
“Captain Coor, I have a bed ready for the female. Can you tell me more about what injuries she has suffered?”
“She had taken several falls. Her coughing fits have eased somewhat, but they are concerning. No fever, but her eyes had dilated at one point.”
“I can speak for myself,” she said, trying to wiggle out of his grip.
“Faith, stop or you might fall.”
“You would never drop me,” she said with confidence.
It seemed to please him to hear that. He smiled down at her, not realizing just how handsome he was. When he looked at her, she would give him just about anything. Damn, he was dangerous.
“I will put you on the bed.”
“Fine.” She turned her attention to the other Drastan. “Hi, I’m Faith.”
The male looked a bit chagrined. “Hello, I am Medic Haggard. Bring her this way, please.”
Logan followed the Drastan doctor to an empty bed in the room's corner. He leaned down and placed her on the bed. She refused to lie back, even though it was the first time in eight years she had been in a proper bed. It was so soft. Her hands rubbed up and down the sheets. She was so entranced by the bed she missed a question.
“Faith?” Medic Haggard asked.
“Sorry, what was your question, Doc?”
“Doc?”
“It’s short fordoctorwhich is what we call medics here on Earth,” she explained.
He gave her a friendly smile. “I like it. You may call me this anytime.”
A throat clearing had both looking at an angry Logan.
“Faith, I am going to check on one of my injured warriors, then I will deal with Dome Leader Winstead. Warriors Lake and Powers will remain here. Once you are cleared medically, my warriors will escort you to our quarters.”
She didn’t want him to leave her but put on a brave face. “Go on, I’ll be fine.”
Logan glared at the medic. “Do not flirt with her.”
“Of course not, Captain.”
Logan grunted, then walked toward the third bed down the middle row of sectioned-off beds. He jerked back the curtains, startling a young warrior who had been sleeping.
