When Tyson Rivers, the Gold Digger’s ordnance officer, and Jenna Klar, Captain Jayson River’s aide, are forced to go out into space to scrape a party patty off the side of the ship’s hull, things go from bad to worse.
The suspected frozen sewage turns out to be a bomb. The two narrowly escape the blast, only to jump from the proverbial frying pan into the fire.
Now suspects in a galactic bomb plot, Jenna and Tyson must jump ship and go to the planet below; evading the authorities in space and hostiles on the surface while they dig for information to clear their names. If they can’t find the bomber and stop him, thousands of lives could end in the press of a trigger.
Problem is, it’s not only the danger heating up around them. An explosive attraction has developed between them, one that could have fatal consequences if they can’t keep their thoughts on the mission and their hands to themselves.
Happy trail: That sexy little strip of hair running from a man’s belly button to his—towel. Jenna stared at the fluffy white barrier blocking her view from traveling any farther south. She’d enjoyed the scenic route, visually devoured the hard ridges of his six-pack abs and the way the water trickled over his flesh while it took the path of least resistance. She shouldn’t stare. It was inappropriate to ogle the higher-ranking beefcake, but she couldn’t stop. What woman in her right mind would be able to?
He cleared his throat, and Jenna remembered her mission. She looked up. “Captain Rivers….” Gods he could stop a stampede with his stare. Jenna dropped her focus to something safer and began to examine the decking under his feet. Hard metal, gray. Nothing special. “Sir, I….” She swallowed, and her gaze drifted up, stopping on his midsection. He watched her, she could feel it, but Jenna couldn’t manage to bring her eyes up to his, no matter how hard she tried. So, she stared at his naked stomach, dying a little from embarrassment with each passing second.
What an uncomfortable predicament. She’d been ordered to find the explosives ordnance officer, and find him she had. For the last fifteen minutes, Jenna had searched the ship, from the galley to the indoor gym. The Gold Digger’s head had been her last stop, and her timing couldn’t have been worse. Tyson Rivers, the ordnance officer, had stepped out of the cleansing unit as she’d entered.
And she’d run head on into him.
No wonder he hadn’t been answering the com. The edge of the towel rode just under his hips, dipping where he’d tucked it in.