I, Effing Feline, am a great therapy animal. It’s not something I do all the time, of course — I’m far too busy for that, what with writing, blogging, and napping — but we cats love it when our pet humans are under the weather. Their laps remain stationary for longer than usual so we can stretch out and sleep without fear our human radiators will disturb us.
In today’s snippet, Sienna Dukelsky captains a tugship, outer space’s answer to a tugboat. She is guiding an incoming ship captained by Crispin Hunt, her first and best lover. She had parted with him years ago under circumstances that still caused insomnia and guilty tears. Skipping ahead, here’s an exchange that hints at some of their history.
When she was done, he flexed his shoulders and arms while she tried not to notice his torso, which was even more muscular than in the past. He must spend a lot of time in his ship’s gym. By accident, their gazes met. She wanted to turn away, but couldn’t.
His face softened and so did his voice. “Our kid would’ve been what now — six, seven?”
“How dare you bring that up.” Gritting her teeth, she jerked away from him. “How dare you!”
“It’s so hard to know about dates and ages when you’re in and out of hyperspace.”
Effing Feline here again. I mention my prodigious skill as a therapy animal because Mr V is a bit under the weather. I’m doing my best to get him well . . . which of course involves doing what I most love to do, and which I’m better at than every creature who has every lived.
Rediscovering Love at the Worst Possible Time
When her tugship inexplicably loses power while aimed straight at her space station home, Sienna Dukelsky tries frantically to get her ship working in time. But can she cooperate with Crispin Hunt, a former lover she’d once betrayed, to create a way to regain control before the ship kills thousands?