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“Then we go join the party. No better place to hide than in a crowd. I’ll try to com someone on the crew, but if I can’t raise anyone, we’ll have to walk to the docks and send someone back for the floater.” (If the floater and its remaining cargo hadn’t been stolen, but she wasn’t going to contemplate that now. There were more exciting, zippy vehicles to steal, some probably parked by people who were too drunk to turn on the control password. On the off-chance there was a legit market for the slag on Blemond, they could come back. The street cleaners wouldn’t even be out until after the festival was over, and it wasn’t like there was a shortage of the stuff.)
    She placed a quick com to the Malcolm . “Buck,” she said. “We have a problem. I’m going to need some distraction at the festival site as soon as you can organize it.”
    “Job went south?”
    “At warp speed.”
    Buck was good at translating what she wasn’t saying on the unsecured com. “Please tell me when you say there’s a problem, you mean Xia’s kind of problem, not the captain’s. That someone snooty needs to be pranked, not that I need to get the weapons ready and prepare for a fast takeoff.”
    “The other side wants to make it the captain’s kind of problem, but right now I just want to get out of here, and get someone else out of here, with as little bloodshed as possible.”
    “Right. Sounds mysteriating—I mean interesting but confusing.” Buck must be both stressed and tipsy if he was slipping into his home planet’s dialect.
    “Can’t explain more on the com. Track down Xia. Com me when you have a plan.” She realized Buck was gawking silently at a point just beyond her. “Yeah, that is a mostly naked guy. An injured naked guy who should see the medicos and can’t. So I’ll also need the med-kit waiting when we get back.”
    On the com-screen, Buck nodded. “Know all about that. Be right with you, little sister.”
    “I owe you a bottle, big brother.”
    She shut off the com. Then she unzipped her coverall and began slithering out of it.
    Drax laughed. “Rita, I’d like to repeat that kiss sometime because it may have started out as a distraction, but it was definitely fun, and I know some people are turned on by danger…actually I am one of those people and it would be weird and hot as a dozen suns if you are too. But is this the best time?”
    “The guys in the Fiero are looking for a naked Banjali and a human in oversized orange coveralls. Instead, they’re getting two humans dressed—or undressed—to party at the festival.”
    Drax made no move to arrange the trench coat properly, instead staring at Rita as she undressed. Despite the gravity of the situation, she couldn’t help feeling pleased he seemed to be staring in appreciation, not fascinated horror.
    At least she matched. Both bra and shorts were red micromesh, less a nod to the holiday than a lucky chance brought on by how behind she was on laundry.
    Rita thought Drax did the significant eye contact thing better than most. She’d almost forgotten how the right look could feel as hot and intimate as a caress, could move across her skin like a skillful hand, could reach inside her and pump at her like a cock. Her nipples stiffened, poking out through the thin fabric of her bra. She shifted her hands, hoping he wouldn’t be able to see any telltale moisture at the crotch of her undershorts. Or maybe hoping he would. It was probably the worst time ever for her libido to go into overdrive, but logic never had a lot to do with lust.
    She already knew she was a thrill-seeker, knew she liked to try new things in just about every area and break a few taboos when it came to sex, but she hadn’t realized how much of an aphrodisiac actual danger was. Drax was hot as midsummer on Argos Seven, hot as Xylac goulash, hot as her wildest erotic dreams, some of which were outrageous enough they’d make Xia blanch under her fur if Rita shared them, and