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Grayson, was from the planet Ecubar. He was blue.”
    “Ha. It’s amazing the show made it to season two at all.”
    Her shivering had ceased. He exhaled the breath he hadn’t known he held. “The Science Fiction channel had low ratings back then. They couldn’t afford to be picky.”
    “There now, I think you are calming down talking about this stuff.”
    She smiled as she allowed herself the luxury of actually staring into Draco’s eyes.
    When she bothered to eavesdrop, she’d heard his gaze described as hypnotic. For her part, she couldn’t agree. If anything, Draco’s blue eyes were addictive. One could get lost in them and never want to come home.
    Swallowing, she smiled. “I’m okay.” She pulled her gaze away and stood from his lap. Looking down at her ruined uniform—covered in soot, dirt, and any number of unknown things she’d rather not think about—she tugged at the shirt to straighten herself as best she could.
    “Good.” Draco nodded but made no move to get up off the ground. “I knew you just needed a few minutes.”
    “I apologize for my meltdown, sir.” She knew he hated when she called him ‘sir’.
    But she couldn’t seem to stop doing it. Using the word was like shielding herself from opening up to him. Since he didn’t seem at all interested in pursuing a friendship with her, it was better for both of them if she maintained the emotional distance.
    “You’ve never let me down, Warner, and you didn’t today either.” He finally got to his feet, his gaze still not leaving her to look anywhere else. “What do you think the people at the soup kitchen are going to say when you walk in looking like you’ve just been through an explosion and come out the other side?”
    Damn. She’d forgotten about the soup kitchen. She looked down at her watch, which was cracked, and saw it had stalled. “What time is it?”
    “It’s almost time to go. We’re going to have to speak to the authorities. They can figure out if our client is still alive or not.” From the tone of his voice, she could tell he didn’t really care one way or the other on the subject. Wendy shivered. In the extreme terror of the situation, she’d not given the strange little woman one thought. “Clear my day tomorrow from twelve o’clock on. I want to find out who blew us up. We’re going to start with the charity supplying the money.”
    “You don’t want to leave that to the police?” They wouldn’t be paid for any work they did investigating the charitable organization.
    “Warner.” Draco’s eyes blazed and she swallowed the nervousness threatening to close her throat. “Being blown up is very bad for business, plus it really, really pisses me off. Cancel the damned afternoon.”
    “Yes, sir.” Somehow she suspected life was about to become really dramatic until they got this all figured out. She’d never liked high drama. Hopefully, it wouldn’t last too long.

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    “Do you have concrete in your hair?” Kyle picked at her hair and sure enough little particles of concrete dust fell from her always-a-mess-and-now-even-more-so locks.
    “Yes, but as I told you when I arrived, I really need to go home. So don’t blame me for looking terrible. I’m never going to get this uniform clean. I’m going to have to order another one before the national convention in May.”
    “You are.” Kyle had been her best friend since together they’d formed their chapter of Space Adventures’ fans after meeting at a convention. Besides his obvious distaste for where she worked and more specifically, whom she worked for, they never had any disagreements.
    Tall, although nowhere near Draco’s glorious six-foot-four height, Kyle was the type of man she knew she should be attracted to and yet wasn’t. There was nothing wrong with him, per se. His looks were perfectly nice, perfectly safe, and perfectly average. He worked, and within the next year, would run his father’s import-export company in Jersey