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his and let her lids slowly close as he brushed his lips over her cheeks, eyes, chin and finally her lips. The deliberate stroke of his lips against hers caused her to inhale on a ragged breath.
    She took his breath into her lungs and went up on her toes as he brushed his lips over hers again. Lera slid her hands up his chest and cupped his jaw, pulling his mouth to hers fully to hurry the moment of contact.
    His hands clenched on her waist, and he lifted her against him, a low growl emanated from deep in his chest, and his mouth was suddenly less teasing and more seductive.
    Lera held on as his tongue slid along hers, his teeth pressed against her lips and his jaw moved against hers in ferocious repetition. She moaned lightly and let the pheromones filling the air bring her arousal higher.
    A sharp whistle parted them. Lera blinked up at Lance in a daze, and he stared down at her with a possessive gleam in his eyes as well as a ferocity that she hadn’t seen before. Suddenly, his arms didn’t seem like the safest place to be.
    Coma whistled again. “Lance, Liaison, it is time for dinner.”
    Shivering, Lera pushed away from Lance. “We are summoned.”
    “This isn’t over, Lera. We are meant for each other.”
    She nodded and looked over his shoulder. “I know. I have known longer than you have.”
    He gave her a shocked look, and she was relieved. The aroused focus was a little hard to face close up. “Explain.”
    “Over dinner. It is kind of a fun story.” She patted his arm and smiled brilliantly at him. It worked. The next moment, they were back in her bedroom and walking down the stairs.
    He gave her the quick and dirty tour on the way to the dining room with his arm around her waist.
    Lera just knew that now that he had her in his grasp, he wasn’t going to let her go. In that moment, she was almost convinced she was in the hands of a villain and not one of the good guys.

Chapter Six
    They were seated and platters of food were being passed around when Lance reminded her of her tease. “How long have you known?”
    She nibbled at her salad and smiled. “Four months or so.”
    Coma blinked. “Really? You didn’t let any of it slip.”
    “I didn’t think it was reality. I thought it was simply a pretty picture of a fantasy that the artist had linked to in my mind.”
    Lance frowned. “You know Charm’s wife?”
    “She is one of my people. After a few of ours ran afoul of Janial, she took an interest in finding all of the Terrans in the Nyal Imperium and seeing if she could foresee their romantic destinies. I got to be one of her projects. The picture is quite pretty, but I wasn’t sure that it would happen until the other day.”
    Lance looked at her as if she had betrayed him. “You knew, and yet, you kept yourself from me?”
    Shatter was rapt with the goings on, and Coma was making inroads through her meal.
    “Of course. The timing was never right, and I didn’t own that dress until a few days ago.”
    He scowled. “Dress, what dress? The image that Rhoda sent to me didn’t have any clothing on it. Don’t get me wrong, it is a lovely portrait, and I look forward to seeing it in person, but we definitely were not dressed in that picture.”
    “Oh my. I guess Rhoda did a second portrait. She didn’t tell me about it.”
    “You were in communication with her recently?”
    Lera squirmed in her chair. “Sort of. I called her the day after the restaurant. By the way, you guys owe Hormik for skipping out on the cheque.”
    Coma sat up and addressed Lera. “Well, Lera, as our new liaison, you are here to run interference for us with the local Peacekeepers in the area we have landed in. We need to gain their cooperation, and you have been promoted to captain in an effort to give you rank over those you will be dealing with. We can go as high as general but that was thought to be overkill at the outset.”
    Lera nodded. “Right. Captain Douglas. Got it.”
    “Captain Lera has a more friendly