environments we were placed in.”
“Did you get them?”
“We did. Now, we are in a holding pattern or something before others of our kind can leave the protectorate and join us. They might be able to come and go as they please. We don’t know.” She kept talking as he settled into the pilot’s seat and took off.
The city of Feural was quite pretty from the air. It was a vantage point Lera rarely was able to enjoy. She smiled as they passed her building. “I can see my house from here.” She lost herself in giggles.
“I am guessing that it is a private joke?” Shatter smiled at her.
“It is a cultural reference. No matter where you are, when you are in the air or elevated above the cities in any way, you indicate that you can see your house from that vantage point.” It was not the first time she had described the reference.
“Ah, so the amusement comes in the self-involvement or the desperation to see a recognizable reference point.”
“Something like that.”
He smiled softly.
She could see him putting it into something he could understand.
They flew quietly over bodies of water, along the foothills of mountain ranges, and finally, he grinned outright. “I can see my house from here.”
Lera laughed. “That is it.”
The Guardian base was rather pretty. It had the appearance of a cross between a castle and the forest it was butted against. The open courtyard was the landing site for the skimmer, and as Shatter set them down, Coma and Lance came out of the base itself.
Coma smiled. “Welcome to the Jennila base, Liaison Douglas.”
Lera left the skimmer and walked around to the back. “Thank you for your greeting, Coma.” She took one of her bags, and Shatter had the other two. She turned and bumped into Lance. “Oh, excuse me, Guardian.”
His golden eyes were fixed on her. “Welcome to the base, Lera.”
His use of her first name and the low tone he was using sent a shiver through her. “Thank you, Lance.”
He held out his hands. “May I take your bag?”
She blinked and placed her desk bag in his arms.
He slipped the strap over his shoulder.
“That is my portable office stuff.”
He offered her his free arm. “There is a desk in your quarters.”
Wrapping her fingers around his bicep caused her heart to flutter in her chest. “Thank you.”
They walked behind Shatter, and as he elbowed open a door, they followed him into her quarters.
“Oh, wow.” Her room was split into two floors. The lower floor was her office, and the upper floor was her bedroom. Lera thanked them both and then sprinted up the spiral stairs to her bedroom. There were floor-to-ceiling windows and a widow’s walk that allowed her to look out and over the forest canopy.
The wind tugged at her hair, and the air had the hint of pine that she remembered from home. It was a sweet place to be.
Lance stood beneath her, and to her shock, he rose without any mechanical assistance, coming to stand next to her on the widow’s walk. “So, are you enjoying your new living space?”
“It is lovely.”
“You will get more than one day off every eight weeks here.”
Her lips quirked as she focussed on the view. “You don’t say.”
He moved behind her and placed one hand beside hers on the railing. “I do say. In fact, if the world is quiet, your time is your own.”
“Really?”
“Really. For example, right now, all is quiet, and I believe that the last time I had you in my arms, we were about to kiss.”
She kept herself facing away from him, but the heat and scent of him were surrounding her and doing more to seduce her than any blatant foreplay would have. “I think I need a tour of the facility.”
“I am still waiting for that kiss, then I will give you the tour.”
“Fine. One more question before we get distracted. You can fly?”
“I can levitate short distances.” His hands turned her in his embrace. Lance stroked her cheek and pressed a kiss to her skin.
Lera lifted her face to