Chapter Seven
La’Rue started to pull her chin away from Sergi’s hand, and was surprised when his arm slid around her waist. He gazed down into her eyes with a searching expression. She tried to look away but found it impossible.
“You could use those credits to fix your spaceship,” Sergi reflected, watching her carefully.
She raised an eyebrow at him. “Yes, I could, couldn’t I?” she replied before she glowered up at him. “I may be lots of things, but I still have some standards. You saved my life. I don’t turn in people who do that, even if I could use the credits.”
She shivered when he lightly stroked her jaw and tangled his fingers in her short hair. She took a deep breath when he lowered his head closer to hers.
“You saved my life as well,” he reminded her.
She swallowed. “I… guess
