with the females on the ship to Lumineta. She didn’t want to lose a male, or males, she fell for.
Silence stretched between them, the only sound the sizzling and popping on the stove. Thankfully Con broke it. “Would you like to see one of the job sites today?”
“I’d love to.” Being able to see the progress they’d made would be incredible.
“As soon as we eat we can head out. I think you’ll need to contact your supervisors though. I spoke to them earlier and they’re still refusing to release the updates.”
Her brow furrowed. “Why?” She’d sent in the request late last night.
“They want to hear it from you personally, not via a transmission. Apparently they don’t trust me.” His voice was wry.
That made her smile. “I’ll contact them now.”
He reached out, his hand skimming over hers as she started to get up. “You can wait until you eat. I think this is the first time Cyn has cooked in a solar cycle. It’s a momentous occasion.” His lips curved up a fraction.
Just like that, heat surged through her. Almost against her will she found her gaze drawn to his mouth. She knew the rumors of Luminet warriors and their ‘magic’ tongues were true and she wondered… Nope. Not having that thought right now. “Sounds good to me. Thanks for taking me to one of the sites today.”
Con nodded and withdrew his hand. It didn’t matter though, her skin still tingled where he’d touched her. She didn’t think she was going to make it an entire moon cycle without finding out about that tongue thing. At that thought, her nipples tightened in awareness—and she was really glad she wasn’t wearing her shift dress.
* * *
“This is incredible.” Leilani looked up, her long, smooth neck exposed as she stared at the progress his males had made. They were in one of the replica residences—which would eventually be converted into a final residence.
All Con wanted to do was nibble at her skin, to suck and kiss along her neck, then jawline as she moaned. Falling for a female was dangerous but when he was around her it was difficult to remember why he should keep his distance.
“It’s a shield, isn’t it?” Understanding laced her words.
He nodded as she looked back at him. They’d been specific in their requirements of materials and dimensions but her architecture firm hadn’t been privy to everything. “We wanted to make sure all the new housing was protected from any potential aerial attacks.”
When her eyes widened, he continued. “The possibility is small.” They had shields in place around the actual planet, making the extra fortification of the mountainside homes almost unnecessary, but their ancestors had taught them to prepare for the absolute worst. The extra shields weren’t common knowledge.
“Can I see the drying tube in the washroom?” she asked.
“This way.” He nodded toward a hallway. The living area had no furniture so the space was wide open as they crossed it. “I like the addition of the drying tube. It’s unique and will save my warriors time.” And the energy used to power the tubes was recycled so it was a win-win.
“It was my idea.” Her cheeks flushed when she said it.
Her design impressed him. “Do you have one in your home?”
She shook her head. “No. My firm wanted to see how they worked here first.”
He gestured that she should proceed him as they reached the open entryway. Doors hadn’t been installed yet so everything was open. When she stepped inside, she gasped. Seeing the room from her perspective, he could appreciate its beauty. They’d used stone for most of the materials but the floors had been made to appear as if they were the shiny, polished wood from one of their giant koa trees. The washbasins had replica jewels lining the rims and with the wide open windows they sparkled in the sunlight. His warriors didn’t care for such things, but it was one of the reasons they’d hired an all-female architecture firm. If more