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suspicious background.
    So far, Jordan had offered no explanations. And she had no clue to his intentions.
    Vivianne clenched her hands into fists. Her head ached and her stomach was churning. Between the lack of gravity and her body’s
     slow spin, she was growing dizzy. “If I promise not to touch anything, will you please pull me down?”
    “Why should I believe you?” Jordan muttered, but he reached up, grabbed her arm, and thrust her behind a console.
    “Before we ran out of power, the engines redlined,” Tennison reminded them over the speaker system. “There may be damage.
     Self-diagnosis isn’t working, either. I could use Sean’s help down here.”
    “Let them cool off, and I’ll reboot the system,” Sean told him.
    “Before anyone eyeballs the engines, we should shut down the power,” Tennison countered.
    “We have no stored power,” Jordan explained. “We used all the reserves.”
    Was he trying to get them killed? Vivianne rounded on Jordan. “If Sean and Tennison are going to crawl between the engines,
     I’d feel a helluva lot better if we knew the power wasn’t going to come back on and fry them,” she said. “And there might
     be residual energy. Or they could encounter loose wires, electronic feedback—”
    “Fine,” Jordan agreed, “but shutting down the power’s not necessary.”
    Sean scrambled out from behind his station. “I’ll go see what—”
    “No. Vi and I will take care of it from engineering.” Jordan swiveled away from the console.
    She’d hoped Jordan would leave and give her a few minutes alone with Gray. That Jordan had neatly ruined her plan before she’d
     made a move to stop him frustrated her, but what had her nerves skittering was the notion of returning to the engine compartment.
     With Jordan.
    “Let’s go.” Jordan shoved away from the console, launched himself into the air, and grabbed her hand. Warmth flooded back
     into her and she recalled his hands all over her breasts, her belly, her butt. God. What the hell was wrong with her?
    She had to get herself together.
    She supposed now was not the time to tell him she didn’t like him calling her Vi. A nickname implied intimacy. But intimacy
     was not what they had shared. They’d had sex. But what really stopped her from saying anything was the erotic tingle going
     up her undulating scales.
    What was wrong with her? Jordan was a liar, a thief, a hijacker, who’d put all their lives at risk. The wild sex they’d had
     earlier was totally inexplicable. Why had her dream about Jordan as a teenager seemed so real? What had made her hormones
     go crazy? She’d been no more able to resist him than she could counter the lack of gravity.
    Something was very, very wrong. Because she didn’t have sex with employees, clients, or strangers. If there was one thing
     that defined her, it was self-control. Vivianne always did her research. She always had options. Always had a plan. And a
     backup plan. To turn the
Draco
around, she’d have to do some hard thinking.
    She jerked her hand from his. The motion changed her trajectory.
    “Careful.” Jordan grabbed her ankle and saved her from banging her head on the bulkhead. “You may not have weight, but you
     still have mass.”
    “Thanks.”
    Soaring through the corridor, he latched on to the engine-room door to slow his flight, made certain she stopped safely, then
     neatly slid toward the glowing Staff.
    She recalled him touching the Staff, that otherworldly shimmer engulfing him. And she’d been touching his shoulder. So the
     shimmer had crawled over her, too.
    The rest was history.
    Lust that came out of nowhere. There had been no lead-up. No coy flirting. No kissing. No touching. No foreplay. Hell, since
     she’d discovered he’d lied about his identity, she didn’t even know if she liked him. She most assuredly didn’t trust him.
    Reluctant to go anywhere near that Staff, but needing answers, Vivianne followed. Deep in thought, she didn’t