we have discovered that human males tend to posture and take what they want. There is no pleasing them. Sooner or later, they always pick a fight with a country, planet, or species with whom they cannot win.”
Hope snorted. “Isn’t that the truth?” She waved her arm. “Anyway…would you mind continuing, Braxton? Why can’t you mate with your own kind?”
“Because we are a dying species. The families who produce female offspring are few and scattered throughout the universe. We can’t all breed with the same females, not that there are even close to being enough of them.”
“So you look for humans to breed with to keep from inbreeding?” Good grief, these two could spin a fantastic tale. Maybe they should write it down and sell it.
Joran nodded. “Yes. It’s that simple. If we keep breeding with the only available females, sooner or later we will all be too closely related to procreate with each other. A few of our scientists discovered that inbreeding causes birth defects and mental disabilities.”
“Then that must be a universal constant. Inbreeding does the same thing here. Um…” She looked around the room with a frown. “We’re no longer on Earth?” This was all too fantastic. Hope rubbed her eyes, trying to remember what she’d seen before they brought her in here and set her down.
In her hysteria, her gaze had darted around, barely seeing the green grass and blue skies. She also saw what she could have sworn were chickens in a coop, next to the barn.
“Of course we’re still on Earth.” Braxton pointed toward the door on her right. “Did you not see the barn, the cows…the chickens?”
She looked back at the men and narrowed her eyes. “Okay. What did you give me?”
“I’m not certain I know what you mean.” Braxton frowned down at her, his green eyes seeming to bore into hers. “We gave you nothing.”
Joran reached into one of the strange packs they had carried and pulled out a dress. “We do have this to give you.” He held it up. “Did you mean this?”
“Drugs, damn it. What kind of drugs have you given me?” Geez, for a couple of men who claimed to be from some far-advanced world, they could be dense.
“We have given you no drugs, Hope.” Braxton pushed away from the mantle and moved to go look out the window.
“We admit that we stunned you with a weapon provided by the ship’s computer, but we have administered no drugs.”
“Baloney.” She licked her lips, wishing she had something to drink, but she wouldn’t dare ask them for a thing. They would probably drug her again. “Don’t give me that crap. I know you must have given me something to knock me out.”
“As Braxton said, we stunned you.” Joran moved to squat in front of her.
If the man thought he was going to get around her by squatting there, his muscles bulging while he batted those beautiful blue eyes at her, he was mistaken…At least she hoped he was mistaken. Surely she wouldn’t let good looks sway her, would she? If she did, she was no better than her ex-husband. The bastard.
There was no way she was giving in to the man just because he looked good. She clamped her mouth shut to keep herself from saying something stupid then closed her eyes when she inhaled his spicy scent. Did he have to smell as delicious as he looked?
Hope sat up straight, steeled her resolve and alternately looked them square in the eyes. “Then prove it.” Her gaze darted between them. “Show me this magical stun gun of yours.”
“We can’t. It’s still on the ship.”
“Then how did we get here?” Hope glanced around, making a note where the door and every shutter-covered window was at.
“Carella, the ship’s computer deposited us here after we took you from your world.”
“Ha!” She pointed at Braxton. “I caught you. You’re telling so many lies you’re already having a hard time keeping them straight.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Hope.”
“You said we were on