Tom blinked, lost for a moment in a fog of lust and confusion. The harsh clanging noise resolved itself into a siren of warning. He grasped Rowan’s extended hand and let the spaceman help him up.
Almost before he found his feet, the other man took off at a pace near a dead run. Tom pelted after him, too startled to be fearful. This was like a scene right out of one of Jules Verne’s wonderful tales. Well, except for the kiss and the rest. Anything like that was restricted to the dingy little tomes unkempt folk hocked from rubbish-strewn alleys and back rooms in London dives.
Rowan burst through a doorway into a half-moon shaped space with Tom hot on his heels. Tom skidded to a stop, his gaze sweeping to take in the massive console of dials, gauges, and buttons. Above that, clear panes rev
