could But silver, cyborg eyes in a tall, battle-hardened black man who’d spent two years killing aliens in space?
People would freak.
“New York. You?”
“Atlanta.”
On impulse, I grabbed him and pulled him to me for a quick hug. Someone else from home. Someone who probably hadn’t been hugged in quite a while.
He held me tight for a few seconds before reluctantly letting me go. The mood was heavy, so I did what I did best. “Denzel? Really?”
His grin was worth it, even if his eyes were still startling. “My mother named me after her favorite actor.”
I laughed, loving it. “Denzel Washington? Your mom had a crush on Denzel Washington?”
“You know it.”
I looked up at Rezzer, who watched everything with a quiet calm I knew was deceptive. “Can we order movies out here in space?”
“Of course.”
