Page 21 of Solan

“Well, stop it.” A hint of color ran up her neck. “On Earth, we call that leering. Nobody likes to be leered at.”

“I did not mean to... leer.” It was a word he was not used to. Galaxar females enjoyed being looked at and being told how attractive they were. “If you find it uncomfortable, then I will stop.”

“Please do.” Vegas cleared her throat before closing the gap between her and the Galaxars.

Four armed officers strode in front of Boros, their weapons raised.

Solan didn’t bother to hide his disgust. A brigadier should be front and center of his troop. He should not allow his officers to come out first. That was the sign of a coward. It was exactly as he’d expected Boros to behave.

“You’re growling,” Vegas muttered.

Solan stamped down on his emotions. “Boros brings out the worst in me.”

Vegas arched an eyebrow at him. “Do I need to ask you to leave?”

“I won’t say another word.”

“Or make another growl?” Vegas stopped a healthy distance from the guards. “Welcome to My Single Alien.”

Several seconds passed. The armed guards glared at Vegas and Solan.

“At ease, warriors.” Boros emerged from the troop. His protective plates gleamed as if they’d been polished for hours. Some foot soldier had probably been given that unenviable task. Boros’s chin was raised as he surveyed the docking bay. From the narrowing of his dark eyes, he didn’t seem impressed with what he saw.

Vegas pasted a smile on her face. Solan had seen this facial expression the first time he’d met her. He could tell now it wasn’t a genuine one.

“Brigadier Boros. It’s a pleasure to have you and your crew with us.”

“I imagine it is.” Boros’s gaze flicked straight to Solan. His top lip curled back. “I see we are not the only Galaxars using your service.”

Solan forced his features to remain impassive as he bowed at the waist. “Brigadier Boros, I did not know you would be here.”

“Evidently not,” Boros said. “If I’d had known you would be on the space station, I would have delayed my visit.”

“You have met before?” Vegas’s voice sounded artificially high.

“We have encountered each other a few times,” Boros said. “It is of no importance.”

Solan pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth. He had to keep all his insults inside. Boros was quick to anger and held a grudge for the smallest of slights.

“Where is your leader?” Boros asked, his gaze fixed over Vegas’s head.

“My leader? Who are you expecting to meet?”

“The male in charge of all of this.” Boros waved a meaty hand around.

Solan snorted, unable to keep silent. “This female will look after you. She is capable.”

Boros’s gaze fixed on Solan. “I did not realize you work for My Single Alien. I always wondered about your ability as a warrior.”

“I do not,” Solan growled. “Miss Munro is a proficient human. She has been providing me with an excellent service while I have been here.”

“Has she now?” Boros didn’t hide the fact he stared at Vegas’s figure as he spoke.

Solan placed his hands behind his back to hide his fisted fingers.

“Will you offer me and my troop the same service?” Boros asked.

“I will. Everyone involved in the business of finding a match can be confident they will receive an excellent, professional service.” Vegas’s spine was straight, her fingers tight around her tablet. “But before we proceed, I need to double check the number of Galaxars you have brought on board the space station. We have records of you and six commanding officers who wish to use our services. Our scans recorded an additional four members of your crew.”