Chapter Fourteen
They spent the rest of the afternoon working on the engine. Dagger glanced over at where Jordan sat on a rock in the shade of the Starship. She had a laser rifle in her hands and was continually scanning the area.
It helped having her guard while he worked. This way, he could stay focused. He wiped his forehead again as sweat ran down it. His eyes moved back to Jordan.
Her face was flushed from the heat and humidity and glistened with sweat, but she didn’t complain. She had removed the vest and tied the shirt she was wearing at the waist. His eyes moved appreciatively to her bare legs. She had snorted and said that leather and heat did not mix. She had quickly returned with a pair of Arindoss’ silk bed pants, rolled low at her waist and cut off.
“Dagger,” Jordan quietl
