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could learn."
    "She also says you have problems dealing with the human population on Terra."
    Cree frowned. “Dorrie's going to have her shapely ass turned over my knee if she doesn't stop talking out of school,” he snapped.
    "She'd like that,” Kahmal said with a chuckle.
    He gave her a stern look. “Believe me when I tell you she would not.” He turned on his heel and started to stomp away.
    Kahmal hurried after him, matching his long, angry stride step for step. “Kamerone, we just..."
    "This conversation is at an end, Kahmal,” he said through clenched teeth. “We'll not discuss the matter again."
    She walked with him all the way to the sonic showers. He arched a brow at her when she would have stood where she was as his hands went to the waistband of his britches.
    She grinned and arched a brow, as well.
    A wicked gleam entered the Reaper's eye and he pushed the britches from his hips, giving her an unobstructed look at what Dorrie had speculated would be quite a package.
    Kahmal swept her eyes over his loins, gave them a long look, and then met his gaze. “Not bad, Reaper,” she said. “I could always use you on my breeding farm.” With that said, she left, casting him a saucy look over her shoulder.
    "Women,” he growled as he snatched open the door to one of the sonic showers and stepped inside.
    Kahmal was grinning so widely when she walked onto the bridge all the women stared at her. “Who,” the Major inquired, “gave our Reaper the cut-off britches?"
    Deon frowned. “I did. Why?"
    "Nice,” Kahmal said. “Damned nice.” She sat down in the command chair. “And by the way Dorrie, he fills them out better than any man I've ever seen."
    Dorrie nodded. “Told you, didn't I?"
    "Indeed you did and I got a good look at what those britches were hiding."
    "And?” Dorrie prompted, every woman awaiting the answer.
    Kahmal's lips quirked. “More than nice and, no, he isn't circumcised."
    Sern intercepted the furious growl from the shower and knew the Reaper was listening to their conversation. "Eavesdroppers never hear anything good about themselves," she sent to him and had to shake her head at the enraged vulgarities that came flooding through her mind.
    * * * *
    After his shower, Cree went back to the quarters Kahmal had allotted him so he would have privacy from all the estrogen saturating the air. He had strolled down the corridor barefoot with the towel wrapped around his lean flanks just hoping one of the women would happen by. A perverse part of him had every intention of letting the towel fall just to see the female's reaction but none of them had been about. He was a tad disappointed and more than a little annoyed at himself that he was.
    Sighing, he punched in the access code to his quarters and went inside. The room was dark and cool—just the way he preferred it.
    "Lights up fifteen percent,” he told the onboard computer and the room slowly illuminated.
    Absently reaching up to rub at the headache he felt coming on, he removed the towel and padded into the sleeping area, sliding himself belly down on the soft mattress. He lay that way for a moment until he realized the headache was only going to get worse so he turned over, reached up to drag a pillow under his head, and flung an arm over his eyes, bringing up one knee to relieve the workout pull on his aching stomach muscles.
    "Lights off."
    The chamber was plunged into unrelieved darkness though with his keen Reaper vision, had his eyes been open, he could have seen as clearly as though the lights had still been on.
    He lay trying to regulate his breathing and the god-awful agony that was now slicing through his temples. The increase in the severity, duration, and spacing of his migraines were beginning to worry him. It had started with the IH, the strong neuroinhibitor Hael Sejm had administered to him after his capture on Terra. A second dose along with having been deprived of oxygen for a good long while had set into motion a series