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“Are you hungry?” Rex asked. He didn’t have to. Those boys had boosted the whole economy when they started eating solid food.

They set both boys in their high chairs, and I helped by cutting up a couple of chicken thighs and two pieces of meat loaf—each.

Good thing Rex made solid money as a contractor.

We chatted about work and other things over dessert, and I passed on an offer of coffee. If I had any caffeine after noon, the night would be restless for me, and I valued my sleep. The boys were calmer than usual and, after a pound or so of meat each, they were ready to cuddle with their papa.

“I think I’m going to get these two into the bath before they pass out again. Thanks for coming over again, Amaris.”

He walked out, one twin in each arm, and I sighed. I wanted that. So badly I could taste it.

“You won’t find your mate or husband or whatever if you don’t get out there,” Jenny said, chuckling.

“I wasn’t—”

She put up her hand. “I know you aren’t drooling over Rex, but the idea of him and a family. You’re not being proactive about it, babe.”

“I’ve gotten out there. In there. All around there. I’m convinced there’s no one on this Earth for me.”

Jenny snorted. “There has to be someone. Look at you. You’re smart. Beautiful. Funny. A catch for anyone.”

“Maybe I need to look into space travel. There’s a chance there’s a hot alien mate with a special tail and all kinds of salacious thoughts.”

“Or…” Jenny leaned on the hood of my car, drawing out this conversation as a break from the twins. Small, but one nonetheless. “You could join the app. It’s where I found Rex. There are all kinds of shifters and monsters on there. If you’re dead set on an alien, there might be one on there for you as well.”

Her and this app.

“I promise to think about it.”

“You should. You deserve a guy who’s crazy about you, Amaris.”

Chapter Two

Tylan

One Earth year. My travel partner and I had been assigned this location for that length of time, and while we had requested it, we had not dreamed it would be approved. Others had made the same ask and been turned down. What gave us the edge, we might never be sure of, but it didn’t hurt that Farsel’s uncle had the ear of the committee.

As the months passed, and we traveled extensively, we observed that many citizens of this world did not appreciate what they had and spent so much of their time fighting with one another.

Natural beauty, what they hadn’t already paved over, still remained, but it might not for long if their citizens did not exercise care. We’d been to planets that had already passed the point of no return. As intergalactic cultural anthropologists, we never knew what we’d encounter, especially in locations so far from home. Earth was the most distant anyone on our planet had traveled, yet the most similar to our home. For one, we could breathe and move here without any special equipment. The atmosphere retained by the orb contained appropriate amounts of things such as oxygen, the gravity was only a bit less, and they actually had water in large quantities. Even we didn’t have such oceans and rivers.

We hurried to gather our data in time for the return of the ship that left us here, gathering our belongings as well and preparing for departure. We had a tentative date, but space travel could be affected by many factors, and therefore the precise time could not be anticipated too far in advance.

At first, we’d welcomed the additional months we were informed of. Political issues at home had affected funding for scientific research, but it should all be resolved soon—Enjoy your extra time!

Five years later, we were still waiting for our ride. We had enjoyed and made good use of our time, even opened a little business because no more funds would be coming our way. Unlike the alien superheroes of comic book fame, we did not have any powers like flight or invisibility. The gravity difference did give us a little more athletic ability, and we were highly educated even among our own people. But no more than that.

“How old are we again?” Farsel asked me over breakfast, proving that no matter how many degrees a man had, he could still have his weaknesses. “I have such a hard time translating age from our world to here.”

“We are thirty-two here. And before you ask, yes, we have reached the age of mating and are very soon going to feel the effects.” That was the one thing we’d been dreading. We could live the rest of our lives here, if we had to, regretting only our possible inability to get the results of our research home. After the one message, we’d neither received nor been able to send any.

But the mating time could not be put off. It would come sometime in the next Earth year, and if we were still here, we would have to mate with someone from this planet. Or try to. Would it work? Not if the bond did not form. But we’d have to try.

“If we mate here, we will never be able to leave,” Farsel said. “We will be trapped here, forever.”

“You don’t know that.” Did he? “If we can survive here without any breathing devices or other such things, our mate should be able to do the same at home.”

In nearly six years on this world, we had not turned our attentions to any females beyond admiring them for their attractiveness or perhaps kindness. But if the symptoms of mating disease began, we would have to try.

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