Exotic and talented, Bren wants nothing more than to get her hands on the man who saved her and subject him to her healing caress.
Brenawyn has lived life with one goal, survival. When Tracker of the Sector Guard lands on her planet she tries to buy herself some time at his expense and ends up with him and travelling to the Citadel.

Training and teaching for four years, no one is more surprised than Bren when Tracker comes in, his body desperately needing her attention.

After the healing he gives her another option, instead of languishing at the Citadel she can join him at Teklan base.

She keeps him in suspense for the entire nine seconds that it takes her to make up her mind, and then they simply have to negotiate for her freedom. Easy.

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Bren tried to make herself as small as possible while she eyed her mark. “I think I can get it.”

Therin looked at her speculatively. “Are you sure you want to try it? We can find something else for you to do.”

His hand caressed her shoulder and she quickly shook it off. “I can do this. Don’t worry about it.”

The mark in question was one of the new Sector Guardsmen and he had a pouch that had to contain something of value. Bren just needed to get his attention and remove that pouch.

Therin had been threatening to sell her to a brothel and if she wasn’t able to maintain her keep, she wouldn’t be able to stop him from breaking her in. With her family long gone, Therin was the only caretaker she had and despite her past triumphs, her maturing body was becoming more of a hindrance than a help. She could work well as a distraction for others, but the local constables knew her face by now and it was no longer easy for her to work in the shadows.

If she managed to score, she might be able to buy herself a little more time before the family kicked her out. Life after that would depend on her ability to survive on her own.

She fluffed out her hair and walked past the Guardsman’s table. She smiled at him and he inclined his head politely. She got a cup of tea from the server and walked back across the room just in time for Therin to bump her into the Guardsman and she ended up in his lap. His arm was around her waist and he looked as surprised as she was.

“Oh dear. I am so sorry about that. Did I spill any tea on you?” She tried to struggle to her feet, but he held her.

“No. Are you all right?” His concern was touching.

“I am fine. Just a little jostled. Where did that guy go anyway?” She looked around for Therin, but he was long gone.

“He left and is two blocks away. He was moving at a pretty good clip.”

Her hand on his pouch tightened. “How could you possibly know that?”

“All Guardsmen have talents, sweetling. Tracking is mine.”

She swallowed and smiled. “Good to know. Have a good afternoon, sir.”

He helped her to his feet and returned to his tea and the information he was reading on his data pad.

She walked slowly out of the shop and the moment she was clear, she ran for it. If he could track her, she had to get somewhere neutral where she could examine his pouch before she continued her flight.

The animal pens near the spaceport were just the place she needed to be. If he was tracking her by scent, the smell might throw him off and if it were by aura, the amount of bodies there would also add cover.