Pete woke with his cheek warm on a woman’s leg. There was no mistaking the texture, even through a flightsuit. Definitely a female’s thigh.
He opened his eyes to the dim light of his new command’s hangar. That thought was immediately clear…the woman’s thigh was less so.
The concrete pressed unyielding against his left side, but he’d certainly slept in worse circumstances. Inches from his nose a sand-colored cotton t-shirt stretched tight across a very flat stomach and one of the nicest breasts he’d ever seen. He looked a little further afield, make that two of the nicest—
He must have jolted in his surprise, for Danielle woke up and looked down at him.
Danielle. He’d—s**t!
Her hair slid forward and masked her face in shadow, even this close he couldn’t read her expression in the faili
