Something about Wing Commander Ian Davenport sent shivers through her, but Annie was at a loss to understand why. They weren’t shivers of trepidation. Just the opposite. He was like the unapproachable hero who had stepped out of the silver screen and walked up to her. He was the Christmas gift she had been allowed to open before anyone else.
More than anything, he represented home. Her birth home.
homeHer Earth.
Of course, the fact that he was panty-melting handsome and he had that irresistible English accent had to count for something, right?
andAnnie knew she’d been suffering from homesickness. She had expected to, considering the vast differences between Parra and Earth. Maybe that was one reason why she shied away from making any close friendships on this world, not that she’d
