Skeeter rose out of her seat so she could cup his strong face between her hands. It broke her heart to see the flash of doubt in his eyes before he turned away from her. She gently traced his face as he turned back to look at her.
She didn’t say anything at first. He was the most unique, most incredible male she had ever met besides Bulldog. Her fingers gently skimmed his brow before tracing over his high cheekbones and down to his jaw.
“I’m glad,” she whispered, sliding her hands down so she could entwine her fingers with his. “Do you have a sleeping compartment on-board?”
“Yes, but….” He stood up as she pulled on him. “I like your sleeping quarters better. It is more pleasing.”
“Then, my quarters it is. Can you set the auto-pilot?” she asked, pulling him toward the exit.
“I already
