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The word “broad” came to mind. “Muscles” followed, and then “practically naked.” She sat up straighter, but kept her eyes riveted. He wore a cryo suit, barely
enough to keep things civilized. One of her frozen
passengers then, which meant at least one of the units had malfunctioned.
“Damn.” She tapped the zoom again, and his face filled her view, tan skin, long, white-blonde hair. His square jaw tensed and released quickly, and something
around belly level squirmed inside her. Complications—she
knew it. Flashing lights meant trouble.
~ Complicated Cargo
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