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research she had couldn’t be worth this much effort and possible loss of human life.
    As she thought about the commanding crew, her mind at once clicked on Sergeant Snow. It was most certain that the handsome officer had been staring at her. When making her way back to the docking bay, she had felt his hazel eyes on her back… lower back -- ahem , her ass -- and it had prickled a rush of heat across her body. Her nipples remained tingling long after Sergeant Snow darted through the cargo bay to his station.
    When he had grabbed her arm and dragged her into the cargo bay, she’d wanted his hands off of her at once. His touch had ignited something inside of her, something she didn’t want to feel or even acknowledge. Each of his fingers had sent shivers through her very core, setting her entire libido into overdrive. Further contact would’ve led to inexcusable actions, like her stripping him from his uniform and sucking him into her being. She hadn’t been touched by anyone with passion or emotion in years. Sim partners didn’t qualify as actual human contact.
    Get a grip, Cricket. He’s an officer. All IGO males think they’re the solar system’s semen vessels for females. This Sergeant Snow isn’t any different .
    “Dr. Moore?” a voice erupted from her quarters’ speakers.
    “Yes,” she answered, pulling herself from the budding fantasy starring the handsome Snow.
    The slightly hoarse voice said, “This is Sergeant Snow. Are you safe?”
    I wonder how he got the scar.
    “Doctor?”
    “Oh, yes, yes, I-I’m settling in. Thank you.”
    Silence.
    “Please secure yourself and your belongings. Snow out.”
    Cricket frowned at the blinking green light as it switched to scarlet. He’d disconnected the comm.
    Not a very forthcoming fellow, but perhaps he had a lot to do up front. What had Commander Taylor said? There’s no place he’d rather have Sergeant Snow than at tactical and security. She nodded as if he could see her. Yes, he had other responsibilities than babysitting a discarded scientist.
    She cringed at the label’s accuracy.
    As the spacecraft’s ride smoothed out and settled down, she felt it leap forward as the pilot engaged the warp drive. Soaring across space, she knew they were out of Wang’s reach for a while, though not forever.
    Sighing as she set about getting the room at least livable, Cricket pondered who would’ve fired her from her project -- if anyone. What to believe? Her hands seemed to move of their own accord as they yanked scratchy ivory linen over the foam mattress. Idly, she fluffed up the pillow and removed her limited belongings from her backpack. A sonic toothbrush, civilian clothing, and another pair of boots. Back at the plasma screen, she clicked through the room décor files and settled on a waterfront theme. At once, holographic splashes of ocean, beach and sun covered the quarters, turning it into a seaside landscape complete with seagull calls and the strong smell of salt on the air piped in by hidden olfactory streams.
    The mundane tasks failed to stem the rising thirst warming the triangle between her legs. She shoved the ever growing throbbing to the side, but ignoring the rousing sensations grew more difficult as the boring work dwindled. Giving in to her swelling hunger, Cricket made her way to the media center again. With each step, her desire threatened to explode into full-bodied lust, unlike anything she’d felt since her early twenties.
    What in the name of Mars is wrong with me? He isn’t even that handsome. But still that wretched scar beneath his eye and the stony visage of seriousness fail to mar his appeal.
    Sure , said a voice from within. That tingling in your breasts and the dampness in your panties shouts something to the contrary .
    “Shut up,” she whispered aloud, throat dry at the raw honesty in those words.
    Her inner voice wouldn’t be silenced so easily. Acting in concert, her mind conjured reflections of Sergeant Snow, his brisk