He doesn't dare touch her. Even though he's burning for the feel of her skin.
They're about to be sent off to capture a deadly criminal, and all Thelcor wants is a new pilot.
Instead, a human woman arrives on the Golden Meridian.
As a pilot and a genetic match to one of the warriors on the ship, everything should be perfect… but her records are lost in transit.
She can't be his. He knows it. He won't allow it.
But with every moment Rachel is in his sight, his need for her grows.
Rachel was born to fly. Why does she suspect that in the surly warrior's arms she could soar higher than ever before?
He doesn't want her. That's fine. She doesn't want him either. There's a whole crew of perfectly nice, reasonable alien warriors.
Surely she can't be mated to that jerk.
Even if he makes her heart do loop-the-loops every time he's near.
When the mission puts them all in danger, will she get to see the real warrior under the surly mask?