Page 16 of The Interstellar Rake's Irresistible Kiss
“You said Lishelle alreadyhas a translator implanted. Apparently she’s not going back.”
Trixie glanced away. “I guess not.” She startled when Nor took her hand.
He strapped the dat-pad around her wrist. “There. Now you can call me.”
“But you won’t have one.” She touched the display but mostly she was aware of the heat of his body clinging to the underside of the plasteel case and the band that pressed against her pulsepoint.
“I’ll get another. Speak into it so it recognizes your inputs.”
“Uh.” She lifted the pad. “Hello? Testing, testing.”
He smiled. “Good enough. My contacts are in there. If you need me, just say my name and I’ll come.”
A flush of warmth seemed to wash outward from the device through her body. He was just being nice, she knew, but…
Nice was underrated in the universe.
“Thank you,” shewhispered.
He nodded once. “I ordered some security updates before we left that I need to check on. You’ll be fine.”
She wasn’t sure if he was asking or telling, but she nodded too. Dat-pad, blaster, protective energy shield over the entire estate.
What could go wrong?
