He tightened his arms around her and rested his lips and nose against the top of her head. She’d used some kind of floral shampoo. Probably last night. He savored the fresh smell and the feeling of her in his arms. A rush of protectiveness surged through him. He’d take her through to his cabin. The bed was small but she would be comfortable there and wouldn’t wake up with the kinks in her back and neck that she’d get sleeping in the chair.
“Lyon?” Cael’s voice stopped him as he turned to head out of the main cabin. He looked over his shoulder. Her face was curious, her head tilted to one side. “You could have asked for anything on that ship. Why her?”
He didn’t need to think about the answer.
“She makes me feel human.”
She was comfortable and safe. Murmuring contentment in the back of
