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airship.
    Kaysana closed her eyes and let out a long sigh.
    What did I just say?
    The trees seemed the same, as did the gyrocopter. The purple seed heads on the grass of this clearing swished in the breeze. Same. What had altered? Something had. He’d figure it out. Stubborn as shit was his motto.
    Then he looked down at Kaysana—tied up, exhausted, heavy breasts tipped with poppy red nipples he ached to put his mouth on every time he saw them—his sort of woman. But they’d just had sex while a shipload of people up there were turning into zombies and he’d tied her up.
    “I think we went a bit nuts.”
    “Ya don’t say.” She licked her lips, kept her eyes shut. The even tone radiated calmness. “Now can you untie me? Let me list some facts. I’m a captain in the GAM Air Fleet. I outrank you. We have a mission to complete. My people up there in my ship need me.” She paused, opened her eyes. Uncertainty hovered in those startling deep amber irises. “I can see we were both overcome by this effect . I’ll forgive you if you release me immediately.”
    “Forgive me?” That bothered him for some reason.
    He swiftly undid the last clamp on her nipple and sat back. She squeaked, rolled away, and muttered a whole rolling list of swear words at him. Bastard featured once. Leastways with her hands still tied, he didn’t have to fend off any blows.
    By the time he’d jumped to his feet, yanked on his trousers, and buttoned them, her breathing had slowed. She rolled back. “Frick. You could have warned me.”
    He shrugged, and this time the smile slipped out. “Guess I forgot.” Because wow, watching her squirm had been some turn-on. The effect , as she’d termed it, hadn’t quite worn off. He didn’t like watching bound women squirm from pain…did he? Maybe not yesterday or even an hour ago, but right now it was a yes.
    Still puzzling over his reaction, he walked around above her head and squatted on one heel to undo the ropes that wound around the shrub. “I think we can scratch that mission. I’ll deliver us back outside the zone and some upper echelon twit can muster up some more men. One man, even if it’s me”—he flashed a smile—“can’t do much.”
    She wriggled upright onto her bottom and held out her hands. Averting his eyes from her nakedness, from seeing the delectable shift of her breasts was impossible while unpicking knots, so he didn’t bother. The stone-chiseled appearance of her lips and brow told him she knew where he looked and disapproved. So he looked some more.
    “Mister, you take liberties with those eyes of yours,” she snapped.
    “Seems like you’ve showed me it all already. Damn I tie good knots, don’t I?”
    She muttered but kept her wrists steady and out where he could reach them. “Now just so we’re clear, you will be taking me back up to the Art of War . I’m not abandoning her.”
    He stopped unpicking, sat back. “The crap I am. No way, Captain. That’s madness. You know as well as I do that the longer they’re zombs, the more violent they get.”
    “That’s an order. I outrank you.”
    “You don’t. I’m not one of your crew.” He shook his head. “Plus you’re crazier than me, and I’m not risking my life for a loser idea. We go back across the zone line.”
    “Look, it’s not just pigheadedness as you seem to think. Those people up there are mine, my responsibility. If anyone’s alive, I want to find them, get them out.”
    “Damn admirable of you.” He shifted on his feet. A bee meandered across the purple swath of grass, buzzing. Normal as all heck when the world was cracking up . “Yep. I’m sure you’re a great captain, but that don’t make it right. It’s still stupid. I got out a few ladies already, told ’em where to go. They took a gyro from the looks of it. That’ll have to satisfy you. Anyone up there with brains will have gotten themselves out. So it’s a no. Order or no order.”
    The look might have blasted him ten