The ship’s engines were already online when the brothers arrived. A four-armed copper-skinned male moved from the pilot’s seat.
“You moved my settings,” Talen complained, taking the chair from Charl. He disliked the distance of the chair from the console, as Charl always moved it back due to his freakishly long arms. He’d have to fiddle with the seat before it felt correct again.
“I did not,” Charl said, dropping into the co-pilot’s seat. As the ship’s engineer, the male rarely sat in the cockpit, let alone the pilot’s seat. “Security put out an alert for two Tal males, so I thought you’d appreciate a quick exit.”
Talen grumbled, unwilling to admit the male was correct.
“The alert described the males as particularly handsome, yes? That’s how you knew it was us,” Quil said, taking the t
