She’d been about to kiss him. He was sure of it. But then he’d been cockblocked by the boss. How the f**k had T’Raal known he’d almost kissed Zad? Were there cameras in his lab or something?
Eric grunted as he slid onto the weight bench. He would be more suspicious of the big Latharian mercenary’s motivations… if he hadn’t so much as flicked a glance toward Zad when she’d slid past them in the corridor. He knew he wasn’t the best at reading people at times, but there had been zero interest there. Zip, nada, f**k all.
“Hey, big guy. You sure you wanna do this?” Sparky asked, loading plates onto the bar.
“Uh-huh. Yeah.” Eric nodded, taking a deep breath as he put his hands on the bar. “I have to.”
“Near death experiences’ll do that to a body,” Sparky said cheerfully, locking the plate in
