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man. The marks on his body were recent, and brutal,
lining up with his story. Aside from Destiny, Azros was the only other being in
the galaxy to earn her trust on a gut level. And that’s what worried her. Was
it some weird mating instinct that made her trust him? Could it bypass her
normal caution?
    If there wasn’t this hormone stuff to deal with, she could
get Azros out of her system. What did a mating consist of anyway? It had to be
more than sex.
    Streams of water poured along her neck to flow down her
chest. Everything had a distinct scent—the water, the sanitizing soap, even the
disinfectant she had in a bottle on the sink. It was as if all her senses were
on overdrive. The shower was roomy, large enough to fit several people. Her
mother had called it their only luxury.
    The lights dimmed and Kendra sighed. The windstorm was
picking up. She turned off the water and hit the autodry. Wind battered at her
body, reminding her of aches and bruises on top of last night’s security shift.
Her scuffs and scrapes were minimal, but her legs were going to be screaming
tomorrow. She hoped her team fared better than they had.
    She opened the door and stepped out of the shower before her
hair could completely dry. Would Azros be able to find his way around?
    A tap on the door brought a smile to her lips. “What is it?”
    “I’m done with the exam, but I need help applying the
esskin.”
    She slipped on her light undergarments, wishing for something
less…serviceable. A little more feminine maybe? “I’ll be out in a moment. The
esskin is on the table.” She gave her appearance a quick glance. A shower
couldn’t do anything about the scratch on her cheek or the way her lips always
looked as if she were pouting. Her tangled mane of hair tumbled down her back
in a damp mess. She pulled it back in a ponytail and dreaded brushing it. A set
of her personal loungewear completed the ensemble. Kendra nodded at her
reflection. Train wreck. At least her clothes fit. She doubted any of the
shirts she’d found would fit across Azros’ massive chest. She clenched her eyes
against the mental image of the bare-skinned Valorian. Way to be
professional, Kendra. Seven more hours until nightfall. She could hold out.
    Another knock sounded. Kendra took in a shaky breath and
opened the door. Azros leaned against the doorframe, all hard muscle and
strength. And bare from the hips up. Her heart slammed in her chest. She was
definitely a goner. “None of the shirts fit, I take it?” She was surprised at
how easily the words came out of her dry mouth. Lust formed a hard knot in her
core, one that ached to be filled. Oh yeah, she was definitely a goner.
    “No.” The dry tone of voice told her he didn’t even try. An
appreciative gleam in his eyes kicked the heat up a notch.
    She shrugged a shoulder and breezed past him. Sexual
awareness tingled down her spine at the close brush of her skin against his.
“Let’s get you bandaged.”
    Synthetic skin, or esskin, was efficient for most wounds,
but it was tricky when you were dealing with high-stretch areas, like the side,
knee joints, hands. If it wasn’t applied properly, esskin could cause terrible
scarring, improper healing, or in the case of her feet, muscular atrophy. It
had taken years to undo the damage she’d accidently caused, but there was no
doubt it had saved her life.
    “I had a doctor use this stuff as a bone graph in the
field.” Azros sat on a padded ottoman and gingerly raised his arm to expose his
side for bandaging. The lines of his face deepening were the only indication of
his pain.
    She brought the tray to the ottoman and set it down. “I’ve
never heard it used that way. One of the ladies had an organ patched up with
the stuff. It was the most amazing thing.” Kendra washed, disinfected, and
dried the area with efficiency. Bob had done a great job of cauterizing the
wound. It looked deep, but there was no muscle showing. That was good. If the
wound had been