Book 4 in the Eternal Bonds series.
Captain Amy needs money and the Catallian race can provide it. The race showcases the best pilots the sector has ever known. Amy plans on winning it with the help of her new copilot, the mysterious and sexy Sean--as long as she can keep her sex pheromones in check. But her attraction to Sean kicks her body into overdrive, overwhelming them both.
Sean has left friends and duty behind. Intending to heal mind and spirit, he joins Amy as her bodyguard and copilot. Sean has no interest in forming a bond with Amy, even though their lust for each other is undeniable.
As the two find themselves battling their uncontrollable attraction, they are forced to fight a drug lord intent on fixing the race--even if it means taking Amy and her crew out of the running permanently.
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Excerpt from The Bond That Saves Us by Christine d'Abo
A trickle of sweat rolled down between Sean's shoulder blades, an unneeded distraction considering the drama unfolding in front of him. The miner was shouting again, the laser rifle waving madly in all directions, the barrel passing briefly across Sean's line of sight before returning to the growing group of security guards.
"Everyone just back the fuck off!"
Sean had been on Eurus colony long enough to recognize the signs of a dust addict when he saw it. The man's eyes were bloodshot, his pupils blown wide, his skin ash gray. The man was a heavy user and the drug must have finally eaten through what remained of his sanity. Common problem amongst the old-timers, one that he'd helped many men deal with in his two years as head of the miners' representation group.
Ignoring the headache thundering around his brain, he took a half step forward and made sure to keep out of the miner's line of sight. He'd only get one shot at this and with any luck, no one would get hurt. If the man saw him, there was a chance he'd be recognized and that would screw everything up. Shuffling forward, he moved quickly to the right to be directly behind the man.
"I mean it! I want off this planet. Get me a fucking ship...and...and a thousand credits. Now!"
Shit, he hadn't been topside long enough to deal with this. He needed at least a week of breathing normal air to detox his system enough to be back at full strength. The air in the mines had been heavy this last rotation, taking a lot more out of him than it normally would. He would have to play this careful if everything was going to come out all right.
One of the female guards, Becka, stepped forward, her hands up and her blaster still in its holster. "Buddy, we don't want anyone to get hurt. But let's face it, I'm just a peon. We need to wait until one of the big shots gets here. So you just keep that gun under control and we'll all be golden."
As she finished speaking, there was a mutter of voices as the group of security guards parted, making room for Taber. Sean felt a measure of relief wash over him. This whole thing would be a whole lot easier with the Briel security chief here than Sean trying to do this alone. Not that he didn't trust any of the security staff with his life, but the chances of everyone walking away from this mess with all of their limbs had just dramatically improved.
"I think it's time you put that down and we talk about this." Taber spoke with a cool confidence, which underlined his position. "I'm authorized to negotiate with you."
Sean shifted further to the right, making sure he was now in Taber's line of sight. The large Briel's gaze shifted ever so slightly to Sean's, held it for a moment in acknowledgment, before returning to the miner. They'd worked together long enough for Sean to know Taber was with him on this. Now it was just a matter of working out a plan.
Taber walked forward and began to circle the miner to the left, having the deranged man spinning to follow. Sean moved with them, coming closer and closer as Taber spoke, keeping the other man distracted.
"What's your name?" Taber asked, his voice calm and low.
The man sneered, wiping the back of his mouth with his free hand. "What the fuck do you care? You're just going to kill me. You've been trying to for years!"
Taber pressed his hand to his ear and Sean watched as he reacted to someone feeding him information from the security link. It had been driving him nuts that he couldn't remember who the man was. It was his job to know ever man, woman or alien who set foot into the mines. Yet another thing Sean had failed in.
Taber's lips twitched into something resembling a soft smile, which could only mean he'd gotten what he'd needed. Another quick glance at Sean and Taber took a half step forward. Sean knew what he had in mind and what his role in it would be. Sneak attack from behind, grab the man, hold on tight and pray for the best.
"Reggie, I need you to put the gun down. You're not thinking straight and someone is going to get hurt," Taber said, shifting his hands so they were now held straight out to his sides, showing he was unarmed.
Reggie shifted, jostling the gun in his hands as he took a step backward toward Sean. Perfect, now he just needed Taber to give the signal.
"I'm not stupid," Reggie wiped his face on his arm, muzzle of the blaster swinging up. "I put this down and you'll kill me."
"I've never shot an unarmed man. But if you don't put it down, I can pretty much guarantee you will get hurt."
Sean watched as Reggie's head swiveled around, looking at the scene before him. He still hadn't picked up on Sean's presence, which was a small favor considering how shitty he felt. His head pounded harder and his lungs refused to pull in the air he needed just then. Shit, he needed to stay focused, to help his friend take the fucker out before he hurt or killed someone. He couldn't let them down, not again.
Taber straightened, catching Sean's eye for a moment before turning to face his security force. "Everyone move back. Let's give Reggie some space."
The circle around them widened, leaving the three men alone in the middle. Sean blinked hard, trying to keep himself focused. Taber smiled, but made no move toward the miner.
"See, lots of space. Now, just put that blaster down and we'll talk. Okay?"
There was a brief hesitation. Reggie pressed his hand to the side of his head, letting out a low moan. "Okay, okay. Fuck."
As Reggie bent low at the waist, dropping his rifle on the ground, Sean saw the second blaster sticking out of the back of his pants.
"Taber, he's still armed!"
Reggie whipped his hand around, fingers curling around the butt of the weapon.
What Sean hadn't counted on was Reggie turning around and pointing the blaster straight at him. The stunned look on the miner's face only lasted for half a second as he swung the butt of the laser toward Sean's face. Ducking, he landed a solid blow to the Reggie's stomach, even as the man managed to connect the gun with the top of his head, sending Sean's vision spinning.
His head was on fire, lungs screaming as he tried to fight through his body's weakness. Fuck, he wasn't going to go down like this. Not taken out by some stupid dust addict when he'd survived so much over the years. No fucking way. Closing his eyes, he focused all his strength into keeping himself conscious.
Shouts and grabbing hands tried to pull him from the death grip Reggie squeezed around his head and neck. Pain lanced through his body, making his breath come out in short, sharp gasps. It wasn't enough--the air wasn't making it to his lungs. He felt his eyes go wide as his vision began to gray out around the edges. He was choking, slowly being strangled by the drug enhanced strength of the miner. God dammit, no!
Then he felt it.
The worn handle of the knife, standard issue for anyone working underground, placed in the utility belt exactly where is should be. Sean's last chance. Fingers now numb, he reached out, swiping at the handle, only to miss it. A rapid succession of blinks to try to clear his vision didn't help--he was losing the fight.
Another sharp pull, then the hands at his waist fell away. He heard shouts and realized that Taber and whoever else was trying to get Reggie off him had backed off. The sudden release had Reggie stumbling, loosening his grip on Sean's neck, allowing for a quick gasp of air. It was enough to give Sean a sudden burst of strength. Another lunge and he had the knife handle in his hand, yanked it out and stabbed it into Reggie's stomach.
They both fell to the floor as Reggie screamed in pain. The blaster rattled off away from the miner's grip, leaving the knife the only weapon handy.
"You stabbed me." Reggie looked more confused than in pain, unsure of what it was he was seeing.
"Yes I did," Sean managed to croak, his voice strained from the pressure on this throat. "And if you move the knife you'll bleed out. You need a doctor."
Reggie blinked slowly, as if he were trying to make sense of the words being spoken to him. Sean pressed a hand on his shoulder, holding the other man in place. Taber was quickly by his side, placing his hand beside Sean's.
"You are injured," Taber said to him, his voice even and steady as always.
"I'll live, but he might not." Sean looked down at the stomach wound. "The drug will prevent clotting. He'll bleed out if we don't get him to med bay."
"Sara is on her way with a team."
Thankfully, Reggie was content to lie on the floor, his gaze shifting between the two men on top of him and the knife in his stomach. It gave Sean a chance to get his breathing back under control, but did little to clear his vision completely. He felt his body sway forward, putting additional pressure on Reggie's shoulder.
"Sean?" Taber spoke, his voice not sounding right.
"Dizzy. I'm fine."
"You don't look fine. Sara will be here in a moment, so just hold on."
"Sara is here now."
Sean looked up as the blonde doctor came into his line of sight, a large medical kit slung over her arm.
"What did you two do to this guy?" Sara's gaze flicked between them and Reggie.
"Single stab to the gut. He's lucky that's all he got. I think he's high on dust," Sean said in a clipped tone, ignoring the growing ache in his head.
Sara nodded, her hands flying over the wound as she tried to work around them. "You two can move now. Let me work."
"And explain to Davin why his wife got injured when her patient lost control in a drug induced haze?" Sean snorted. "I don't think so."
"Work around us until you're ready to move him, Doctor," Taber said, leaning a bit more on Reggie to hold him still.
Sean knew that despite outward appearances, the Briel security chief cared as much for the female doctor as he did his own wife. They mirrored his own feelings, though Sean knew things were different where he was involved. Taber had never betrayed her.
Shoving those thoughts aside, Sean frowned and forced his concentration on Reggie. The pain in his head was growing from a dull ache to a hard throb and he was forced to give it a shake to try to clear his vision. That was a mistake. The world around him spun and he lost his grip on Reggie's shoulder.
"Whoa! Sean, hey there, hon. Don't black out on me." There was more than a single note of worry in Sara's voice. "Taber, keep an eye on our boy there."
"Sean?" Taber's voice now. "Did you hit your head?"
"Think so." There had to be more to it than that. "He hit me. Didn't think that hard though."
"How long have you been up from the mines?" Sara pressed a hand to the back of his neck. "You've got the shakes."
The muscles in his jaw ached, and he tried to relax them. "Few hours."
"God, you're such an idiot some days. You should be in bed."
"Just look after your patient, Doctor. I'm fine."
He was able to keep his wits about him until Sara and the other medics moved Reggie to a gurney to go to med bay. When he tried to walk away, Sara's arm looped with his and pulled him along with her.
"Sara, I'm fine. I just need to rest."
"No, you need to come get checked over by me. Then I'll determine if you are fine. A blow to the head after you haven't properly cleaned your system from the mine fumes means a nice trip to med bay."
Sean closed his eyes and sucked in a calming breath. The last thing he needed was for Sara to go into one of her over-protective moods. He was about to protest when Taber silently took up position at his flank. Looking back at the Briel from over his shoulder, Sean sighed as his friend cocked a questioning eyebrow at him. If they were both in agreement, there was no place they'd let him go except med bay.
"Fine. But there won't be anything seriously wrong. Minor concussion at worst."
"Then I'll make sure it's fine and then you can go to bed. Until then, shut up and listen to your doctor."
Sean allowed himself to be led to med bay, fighting off the dizziness as he went. Taber was close by his side and he'd occasionally bump into him as he walked. The Briel didn't say anything, but a few times his hand came up to steady Sean. He hated this weakness, hated needing others to help him. He simply didn't deserve their kindness.
"Careful," Taber said quietly. "I can request assistance for you if you require it."
"No. If you do, Sara will tell Davin and I'll never hear the end of it," Sean muttered.
Despite the fact he'd developed a friendship of sorts with Taber and Davin, the Raqulian captain who'd crash landed on their colony a few years ago, Sean still didn't feel like he was truly their equal. He had so much to make amends for and he knew that despite what the others said to him, his actions would never be enough to put things right. Shit, he was amazed he'd been allowed to stay on the planet let alone remain close to them.
Taber, oblivious to Sean's internal struggles, chuckled softly. It was a sound Sean still wasn't used to hearing, but one that happened on a regular basis since the Briel had married Fallon.
"He would certainly enjoy himself. Then he would make you feel much better."
Sean nodded as another wave of dizziness hit him, causing his legs to buckle. Taber caught him as the doors to med bay whooshed open down the hall and Davin came out.
"I heard we have a...whoa. Sean, you okay?"
Firm hands moved around his upper body to help support his weight. Sean couldn't think, his breath getting caught in his throat as the world spun around him. The feel of the firm grip on his waist and shoulders helped to pull him back from the haze. He focused his attention on Davin's tattooed arm as he helped him, praying the world would stop spinning.
"What happened?" Davin's voice had taken on an edge of concern.
"Blow to the head. Looking like he received a major concussion," came Taber's brusque reply. "Duster had lost control and Sean managed to stop him."
The two men helped him inside med bay, taking him to one of the empty beds designed for emergency patients. Reggie was nowhere to been seen, presumably taken to the surgery for Sara to patch up and remove the knife. Sean would have been content to lay there and wait for her to finish, but Davin would have none of it.
"I can have you fixed up and out the door before you blink," he drawled.
"I thought you weren't playing doctor anymore," Sean said, groaning when Davin shifted him to lie down.
"Only for our more troublesome patients. Taber, want to lift up this lazy bastard's feet?"
Taber let out a soft snort and complied. As Sean shifted around, eyes fixed on a spot on the ceiling, he couldn't help but think about how much the other two men had changed over the past few years. Davin wasn't as reckless had he'd first been when he first crashed on the planet. And Taber, well Sean hadn't seen him this content since the Briel first arrived at the station all those years ago.
Everyone seemed to have found a place on the colony where they belonged. Everyone but him.
Sean was about to shift again when Davin slipped a hand along the back of his neck, fingers curling slightly against his skin. He would have protested, but the only sound that came out of his mouth when he opened it was a soft gasp. Only once before had Davin used his healing abilities on him. He'd been half dead, an alien parasite swarming his bloodstream. It had taken both Davin and Sara to rid his system of the bug to save his life. Then, he'd been unconscious and unaware of what was happening. Now, he couldn't help but react to the slow heat that spread through his neck, traveling up into his head. There was a tingle along with a pressure surrounding his brain. Within minutes, it felt like a valve was released and the pressure began to dissipate.
"There it is," Davin whispered, his eyes closed "Fracture to your skull. Fixing you up now."
The change in his head was amazing and far faster than he would have anticipated. Sean had to fight his body's natural instinct to move, not wanting to distract Davin or the healing process. He could almost sense the bone being stitched back together, the blood returning to its normal flow. Then something changed.
He felt Davin shift, his fingers curled a bit tighter around Sean's neck. Tensing, Sean tried to block Davin from reading his emotions, seeing the torrent of fear and insecurity he felt. Darkness swirled in his mind, the echo of screams and low howls of the Ecada biting into his memory. The stab of betrayal, his betrayal, how it still cut him to know that he was used as a tool to bring about the death of so many others, ran deep.
"Not your fault," Davin whispered.
Anger surged through him and his body tensed immediately. "Get out of my head."
Instantly, the Raqulian stepped back, holding his hands up in surrender. "Sorry. I didn't mean to pry."
"Then why the fuck did you?" Sean hissed, swinging his legs around and running a hand along the back of his neck. "Am I healed?"
Davin looked from Sean to Taber and back before nodding once. "Please stay until Sara checks you over and clears you to return to active duty."
Sean opened his mouth to protest, but Davin didn't give him a chance. He turned and strode out of the med bay, all of his normal easy nature now missing. Sean closed his eyes and inwardly cursed. The damn Raqulian should feel bad. He hadn't asked to be helped and sure as hell didn't want someone poking around and trying to analyze his physiological condition. He knew he was fucked up and had no intention of inflicting that on anyone else. Especially someone he considered a friend.
"He meant well."
Jumping slightly at the words, Sean looked up at Taber. The Briel was one of his oldest friends on the station next to Kamran. Swallowing hard, Sean shrugged.
"Still don't want him poking around in there."
"Might do you some good."
Locking his gaze on Taber, Sean crossed his arms over his chest. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
Anyone else might have been intimidated by the former colony administrator. Anyone but Taber. Moving closer, the Briel locked his hands behind his back and narrowed his gaze on Sean.
"You've been more withdrawn than normal in the past few months. You're spending increased time back in the mines, despite the fact Sara has told you on multiple occasions you need to get out of there. And you're shutting your closest friends out of your life. Again. So yes, I think it would do you some good to talk to someone."
Sean couldn't help but snort. "Taking lessons from Fallon I see. Practicing your people skills and trying to get me to share."
"Leave her out of it."
"Right, it's probably Davin anyway. He never did know when to leave well enough alone."
"Despite my differences with him in the past, he knows what he is doing. Talk to him. Or talk to Kamran."
Fuck that. "Kamran and Haylie have more than enough to deal with right now without me adding my petty problems to their pile."
"Your emotional well-being is far from a petty problem. You are their friend. It's my understanding that helping is what friends do for each other."
Shaking his head, Sean sighed. "Please, can we stop? My head hurts enough as it is."
If the Briel knew how to roll his eyes, Sean was convinced he would have. "I must return to security. Please have Sara report in to me as soon as our friend is out of surgery. We will need to press charges and get him long term medical care."
Without another word, Taber left.
All Sean's anger and frustration slowly melted away into self loathing. Why the hell couldn't he let this drop? He knew deep down that talking things out with Davin was probably the best thing he could do. The surest way of dealing with the nightmares and demons he'd been grappling with for the past four and a half years. But he couldn't do it. It wasn't that he thought himself unworthy of their forgiveness, but he couldn't ask others to do for him what he couldn't bear to do for himself.
The med bay was surprisingly quiet, with most of the medical personnel looking after Reggie. That was why when the door whooshed open, Sean immediately noticed the young woman who came in, her arm clutched to her chest. Dark brown eyes were wild, frantic, as she scanned the room looking for someone. Her light brown skin was in stark contrast to the white shirt she wore and the skin tight black pants. If she didn't look like she was about to pass out from pain, Sean would have been likely to take time to admire her fit body and full breasts. Instead, instincts he couldn't repress even if he tried kicked in. Sean slipped off the table, landing on shaky legs, and made his way toward her.
"You okay?" he asked softly, catching the panicked look in her eyes. "Do you need me to get you a doctor?"
Her gaze darted around the room, landing on Sean for a moment before continuing her examination. "Ah hell, don't bother a doctor for this. It's nothing more than a little break, hardly even excruciating at all. Is there a medic here instead? Bet they can run me under a stitcher and get me out the door in five minutes flat." Her voice was colored with a thick accent, one he didn't immediately recognize. Kamran would know.
Sean nodded, motioning toward the back room with his hand. "Well, if that's broken you won't get out of here without the doctor taking a look at it first. She's nosy that way. Doctor Fergus is dealing with a critical case at the moment. One of the nurses will be out shortly and they'll get you setup at least." Without thinking, he reached out and touched her uninjured arm with his fingers. "I hope it doesn't hurt too much."
At this proximity, he detected a faint scent from her. Soft and feminine, and for some reason it made his head spin enough to make him wobble on his feet. The woman reached out for him, gritting her teeth as their bodies connected. Sean tightened his grip on her good arm, forcing his gaze to lock on her face. From nowhere, a wave of lust smashed into him like a rolling heat wave. What the hell? Ignoring his now half hard cock he shot her a half hearted grin and shrugged off his clumsiness.
"I guess that concussion I had isn't as healed up as I thought it was. Care to join me while we wait?" He bobbed his head in the direction of the bed where he'd been sitting.
Another quick glance around the room and the woman finally nodded her acquiescence, short black curls falling forward to frame her face. Clinging to each other for strength and support, Sean managed to guide them to the bed. It took what little energy he had left to pull his tired body back onto the low mattress to sit there, feet dangling off the edge. He waited for the woman to join him. When she didn't move, he patted the mattress beside him and smiled softly.
"I promise I won't bite. You need to sit before you pass out. If that happens I'm afraid I won't be much use to you given my current state."
Wide eyed, she seemed to inspect him, gauging how much of a threat he posed. He recognized that particular brand of paranoia, having gotten used to seeing it in the mirror over the years. There was only one way to gain her trust and that was to do nothing. He couldn't force her, nor would he even try. Nothing worse than being subjected to the pity of strangers--another feeling he was more familiar with that he'd like to admit.
Whatever she saw on his face, she must have come to the conclusion that he wasn't a threat to her. She shifted, sliding down on the bed beside him, careful to keep a discreet distance from his body. That tantalizing scent was back and Sean had to concentrate on his breathing, making sure to keep it slow and even. Really classy, Donaldson, you want to fuck an injured stranger.
"I'm sure Sara, Doctor Fergus I mean, will be back in a few minutes. If not, Rachel, her nurse, will be for certain. They'll be able to use the regenerator to fix your arm. You'll be back out there before you know it. I'm Sean by the way."
He didn't hold out his hand and only cast her sidelong glances. Either Davin had done a less than stellar job fixing up his head or he'd made a change he shouldn't have because for the life of him Sean couldn't help his body's reaction to this mysterious woman. Couldn't stop the dark part of his subconscious from needling him--wanting nothing more than push her down, suck her nipples, lick her clit. Fuck, what is wrong with you?
For her part, she took a deep breath and finally returned his smile. "Captain Amy Bryson."
Amy. Why he was expecting a more exotic name from the beauty sitting inches from him, Sean wasn't sure. It suited her.
Sean dug his fingers hard into his thighs as a sensory distraction. He nodded in the direction of her arm. "Nice to meet you, Captain Amy. How'd you do it?"
This time, she shifted so she was better able to see him. Without thinking, he mirrored her posture, straightening up as best he could without making his head spin. She cocked her head to the side, exposing the side of her long neck. The impulse to lean in and latch his mouth to her pulse point and suck, mark, possess was so strong Sean actually felt his body sway forward and his lips part. Amy shrugged, the fingers toying with the sheet on the bed.
"Was really stupid, actually. I was working on my ship, trying to jack up the oxygen to teron conversion rate, when the stupid drive capacitor came loose. I couldn't move fast enough out of the way."
The words swirled in his head and Sean found himself nodding. "I should have guessed that someone as beautiful as you had brains to go along with it. I think I followed half of that."
This time she grinned at him. "Then you should get your ass back to engineering basics. If you don't know that, then you'll be shit behind the stick."
"Ah pilots. Is the cocky edge mandatory to fly a ship in this sector?"
"It helps." She chuckled briefly, before wincing in pain. "Gods, don't make me laugh."
He would never have guess from the look of her that she sat in a cockpit and pushed a shuttle or hauler to its limits. Then again, he knew most people weren't what they appeared to be. "I assume you're here for the race then."
For the first time in ten years, the Catallian race was being held. It had been one of Kamran's pet projects over the past year, a chance for the colony to host the event and bring some much needed life back to this sector of the galaxy. With the threat of war between the Briel and Ecada finally gone, pilots from nearby planets and colonies jumped at the chance to take part. The influx of people to Eurus didn't hurt the economy either.
A sly smile spread across Amy's face, a sparkle flashing in her eyes despite her obvious pain. "Oh yeah. My ship may not look like much, but she's a monster under the engine panel. I plan on kicking serious ass in this race."
Sean couldn't believe the dramatic change in her demeanor. It was like someone hit a sensor, turning every light in the room on. Her eyes grew impossibly wider, her lips moist as she unconsciously licked the bottom one, her back straightening with pride. The sight of her pink tongue across her skin sent a shiver of arousal through to his cock and he could almost feel the moist heat against his shaft. Her lush lips were perfect for giving a blowjob--plump and moist. Shifting his body so she wouldn't see his now painfully obvious erection, Sean cast a glace toward the surgery door.
"Well, if they don't get out here soon, I'll go looking for them. Don't want you to miss out on any time. You'll need it to get back to tweaking your engine."
"It would be nice to try to pick up a few additional people for my crew. My boys are good, but I like to have a few extra, just in case."
There was something in her voice that told him there was more to the story than she let on. It wasn't like he had the right to push, so instead of doing what he knew most other people would, Sean ran his hands across the tops of his thighs and ignored the urge to pry.
"You'll find someone. There are enough wannabe space jockeys out there for you to have your pick of."
"No way. I need experience and someone with a backbone. Anyone less will have a heart attack the way I fly."
He chuckled and was about to respond when Sara poked her head out from the surgery. "Sean?"
"Yeah, still here."
The doctor frowned and came the rest of the way through the door. "I thought Davin fixed you up?"
The smile lingering on his lips fell away dead. "He wanted me to get the all clear from you. But Amy here has a more pressing need. A broken arm and a pilot's impatience to get back to her ship."
Sara smiled, rocking on the balls of her feet as she looked at Sean then Amy. "I'll get Rachel to come take a look at you. She's just cleaning up inside."
Sean's throat tightened as his mouth dried. "How is he?"
"He'll live. Stupid duster almost bled out on me though. Between the drugs and the wound, he'll be in recovery for a few weeks at the very least. How are you feeling?" Grabbing a scanner, she made her way to his side and took a quick reading of his head. "Looks like Davin repaired the crack to your thick skull."
"Still dizzy, but I'll live."
"Good, go home and rest. Check in if that head doesn't get any better by tonight. I'm not clearing you for active duty for at least two days, though. Don't want you passing out in the mines on me. I hate trying to patch people up wearing an EV suit."
He felt Amy stiffen beside him. "You work in the mines?"
"This stupid fool runs the place. Been down there longer than recommended too," Sara cut in before Sean had a chance to respond. "You, my very stubborn friend, need a change in profession. And soon."
"I'll take it under advisement, Doctor."
Sara chuckled. "Oh, we're back to doctor, are we?" She leaned closer to Amy. "He only says that when he's annoyed with me. I have no intention on sucking up to him though."
Ignoring Sara's good natured ribbing and his throbbing cock, Sean slid to his feet. Sara's presence served as enough of a cold shower so he wouldn't completely embarrass himself. "I'll leave you to look after your patient, Doctor Fergus." He waited for only a second before marching toward the exit.
He'd almost reached it when he heard Amy call out. "It was nice to meet you, Sean. Maybe I'll see you around."
A chill of awareness raced through him, making his balls tighten. Keeping his back to her, he turned his head, catching sight of the woman from his periphery.
"Maybe you will."
Not wanting to dwell on the possibility any longer than he should, Sean bolted from med bay.