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with you as a big, scowling shadow at my back.”
    Honestly, she’d given up the idea of meeting her friends. She wanted to make sure the people who were counting on her got what they needed, but hearing his grumble over every little thing made her want to mess with his head a little.
    She walked to the back of the shuttle and pulled the bags from the overhead compartment. She’d gotten her packages stashed before Galen was purchased.
    “As long as you’re standing here growling at me, why don’t you make yourself useful and grab a couple bags. Please be careful with them, some of the stuff is fragile.”
    He lifted the heaviest bag like it weighed nothing. She’d had to wheel it in here with an anti-grav unit, and it had taken two pilots to stow it in the overhead compartments. She closed her gaping mouth and started to collect the other bags.
    “What’s in this? It weighs a hundred and two point five pounds.”
    He could tell exactly how much it weighed? He must have some weird sensors tied up in his brain.
    “You’ll see what it is in about thirty minutes. We’ve got a long walk ahead of us. If that bag is too much, I can get the anti-gravity transport.”
    He shook his head. “It’s fine, an anti-grav unit will slow us down. As long as I keep one arm free, I’ll be okay.”
    He was right; it would slow them down. Was he carrying a weapon? Was that why he needed one arm free? She hoped not. People tended to go nuts in Haven when they saw weapons. There seemed to be some worry that the government would send in undercover operatives to wipe out the population. That they might one day open fire and slaughter everyone. There were whispers that it had been done before. Jamila always rolled her eyes at the stories. The government had its faults, but it wasn’t slaughtering innocent people.
    “Computer, open the doors.”
    It complied with no hesitation. She grabbed the three remaining lighter bags and walked down the ramp, Galen following almost too close for comfort. Did he not know the meaning of the term “personal space”?
    She walked toward the center of town. Haven was bustling with people in spite of the bitterly cold weather. Jamila kept getting strange, frightened glances as they passed. Many smiled and met her gaze, but when they spotted Galen their eyes darted to the side as they shuffled past. She hardly drew any attention these days. She was here once a week bringing her care packages. Occasionally the people helped her carry things.
    She glanced at Galen. He glowered at every person who dared to look at her. She stopped and he came to a halt behind her.
    “You’re scaring the crap out of these people. You could smile and nod instead of glare, and if you can’t manage that you could stare at the ground.”
    “I want them scared. I want them to think twice before approaching you. And I can’t look down, I’m guarding you.”
    “I don’t mind if these people approach me. Many of them do if they need help with something. Try not to glower.”
    He gave her a blank faced stare, his eyes losing all heated intensity. “Will this do?”
    She rolled her eyes. “Next time I’m tying you up and leaving you at home.”
    He muttered under his breath, “Maybe next time I’m tying you to your bed where I can have a little fun and you won’t be at risk of getting killed.”
    She gaped at him. “What did you say?”
    He smirked. “You heard me. I’m not going to repeat it. I’ll be in even more trouble than I am already, judging by the tick at the corner of your mouth and the murderous look in your eyes.”
    She spun around and stomped off toward their destination. Tie her to the bed? How dare he.
Oh, come on, you’re so offended because the thought really turned you on.
    She slowed her stride. Yeah, it had. She wasn’t a girl who wanted to be tied up. She’d been horrified by the things she’d done when she was abusing drugs and booze after she’d gotten clean. Things she didn’t remember