Star Cruise: Rescue
What was taking him so long to bring those drinks? Mira twisted in her chair, looking across the crowded club, hoping to see Clint on his way back to their group’s table.
“Care to dance?”
She waved the unknown guy off with a quick smile. She was saving this dance for Clint. It was her favorite song, a fact of which he was well aware, and he’d promised her that he wouldn’t dance to it with anyone else. Granted it had been a casual, flirtatious comment but after their two dates on board the Nebula Zephyr, she’d believed things were promising between them. She definitely had high hopes for this twenty four hour shore leave—she liked him a lot, thought he was pretty special. Mira stood on tiptoe beside her chair and looked again. With a shock of adrenaline, she saw Clint
