partner material because in a society that took pride in tracing their families back generations, he knew nothing, had no official birth papers. Not an attractive proposition for any woman or her family. Even his fiancée Meghan had turned away, preferring Talor instead, meeting him on the sly.
He’d decided to embrace all women instead of one before he’d unexpectedly turned feline. Now his sexual appetites worked better with a variety of women and large numbers. Ry snorted. No female wanted to stand aside while her partner satiated his needs with other women.
Another glance at the woman brought a snarl. The echo bounced back in mockery. They’d reach Ornum soon. He’d take care of things then continue with their cartage and salvage as usual. That had to work. The woman wasn’t his and could never be his. He’d promised to return her to Earth. Yeah, hands off while he concentrated on kicking Talor’s butt. The need to clear his name was a surefire way of keeping his fascination with the woman at bay.
Camryn let Changing Man lead her away. Her limbs trembled so much she wobbled. Nothing about this seemed real. She’d stepped beyond alcohol-induced dreams and straight into nightmare territory. It was the only explanation for the way she’d let Cat Man paw her. If Changing Man hadn’t come along…
Her breath hissed out and alarm took over. The backs of her eyes stung, burning with unshed tears. Gabriel . She hadn’t thought of him once while Cat Man had kissed her. Not once. A tear slipped free and she dashed it away with the back of her right hand. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t spend time with a man who…who…
Kissed her as if there were no other available women. Kissed her as if she meant everything.
Her mind shied from the truth—how much she’d enjoyed his touch, encouraged him even. It couldn’t happen again. It wouldn’t. She’d train the horses for the aliens and follow their instructions, giving them no reason to steal Max from his family. At least she could give her brother and sister-in-law that.
The headache returned with vengeance, pinching at her temples. With a trembling hand, she pressed her fingers against her scalp to massage lightly. The inside of her mouth felt like the compacted dust and dirt of a dry racetrack while her mind screamed for the sweet oblivion only possible with a sip or two of alcohol. God, she wanted a drink in the worst possible way. Her head continued to thud, woolly and thick, while her limbs trembled in a noticeable way. Embarrassment seeped into her cheeks as she tucked a quaking hand under the tunic top the warrior woman had given her to wear.
Max had pointed out her tendency to shake and shudder during his lecture on drinking. Exhibit two or three. She couldn’t quite remember. There’d been a few items. An endless litany. Oh yeah. A snigger broke out, drawing the alien’s attention. Loss of memory and unreliability had scored at number six on Max’s list. Just went to prove she couldn’t be as bad as Max made out if she could remember his stupid list of misdemeanors.
“What is your name, child?” The changing man glimmered an attractive white-gray, reminding Camryn of a lustrous pearl.
“Camryn O’Sullivan.”
“My name is Mogens Vere.” The changing man halted and gazed deep into her eyes. “Gabriel says it’s not your fault.”
“What?” A distinct wobble threaded through her voice and shock lashed her body, robbing her mind of humor.
“He was here. He’s gone now.”
She gaped at Mogens, watched his face bleed from pretty pearl to alarming black. The alien played a cruel trick. Gabriel was beyond reach. Horror built inside until she could contain the pressure no more. It exploded in a scream. Loud. So loud it hurt her head, her ears, set the red caterpillars squirming.
Crazy . Max had missed crazy off his list.
Changing Man’s mouth worked, but she couldn’t hear his words because her terrified screams drowned out