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Her alien mate was the most handsome man she’d ever seen.
Dani had woken early as usual, her body clock conditioned by years of military service. Tiredness washed through her, so she didn’t attempt to get up. She simply lay on her side to study the other occupant of the large bed.
Sardaan lay on his side, asleep. His dirty-silver hair pooled beneath his head, several braids falling into the hollow at the front of his throat. She itched to reach out and touch them. There were so many, woven intricately through his hair on one side, all fastened with small beads or ties.
She tilted her head to look at them. They were all different colors and types… denoting different military engagements maybe, like Terran medal ribbons? She’d have to ask him when he woke up.
Her gaze slid over him,
