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Jane had always been beautiful, but every time Karryl had seen her, she’d been guarded. A whirlwind of driven purpose and energy with her shields set so high, no man could hope to breach them. No doubt a result of all her years as a soldier and he could see her aboard one of the Earth vessels, bellowing orders.
He’d seen her in action a few times. A deadly beauty with an assault rifle and an aim that put half his men to shame; she was all hard edges and lethality. A package designed to make even a holy man give up his vows on the spot. Whatever else Karryl was, he sure as hell wasn’t a holy man.
He’d always wondered what lay beyond the hardness. Her circumstances and life had shaped her into a warrior, but he wanted the woman. He’d seen the occasional glimpse, like when she’d dropped
