3The confining space of Nero’s airjet left him no choice but to wallow in whatever scent Lucy was steadily serving up to his nose. Even though it looked like she hadn’t bathed in months, she smelled like heaven. He thought he could have controlled his reactions to her scent better if she had chosen to shut down and rest, but nothing he’d said had initiated any sort of off mode.
Since her condition might not be stable, he couldn’t afford to mentally shut out her presence, even though Lucy didn’t speak unless spoken to first. He reminded himself the silent woman beside him also had a screaming hellion side. There was no choice but to remain hyper-vigilant when trapped with a cyborg who could turn into a destructive tornado at the slightest provocation.
So he squirmed internally and pretend
