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Heather shook her head. “Ignore Ivy. She’s jealous because you’ve got Solan.”

Ivy shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind some muscled alien looking out for me. Perhaps I should throw my name into the breeding ring. What do you reckon, Vegas. You think I’d make a good match for some horny alien?”

Vegas gave a choked sounding laugh. “You’re not bad looking, but you need to work on your personality. I’ve never seen anyone list uber-bitch as a quality they want in a mate.”

Ivy smirked. “You bring it out in me. It must have something to do with your own character.”

“Whatever you say.” Vegas leaned back against Solan and let out a contented sigh.

He took pride in knowing this sharp-tongued female could not rattle Vegas when he was around.

“Let me know when you find someone suitable for the PR photos.” Ivy’s gaze drifted to Solan. “If you ever get bored with her, I’m available.”

Solan pressed a kiss to Vegas’s cheek. “I shall never get bored. I am in love.”

Ivy’s smirk slipped. “That can fade.”

“It won’t,” Solan said. “I am keeping Vegas.”

Vegas tilted her head back and grinned. “You don’t need to keep me.”

“I mean I’m your mate. I will provide for you, whatever you need. That is what a bonded pair does, is it not?”

Ivy folded her arms across her chest. “Yuck. You two make me sick.”

“You don’t have to stay and watch. It will only get worse.” Vegas waved goodbye to Ivy as she stalked away. She turned and kissed Solan on the lips.

“What was that for?” His hand curled around the back of her neck, already wanting more of her kisses.

“You did a good job.”

“My public show of love for you was suitable for this occasion?” He’d messed up a few times, either pulling back when she’d kissed him or by going to too many bases in public. He wasn’t certain what the different bases were, but slipping a hand into your mate’s pants in public was the wrong thing to do.

“It worked for me. You can declare your love for me to everyone and I won’t mind.”

“Ha! Poison Ivy looked like she was sucking on a lemon when she left,” Heather said. “Solan, you should drop by more often if you can rile her up like that.”

“I’ll be happy to if she annoys Vegas.”

“Ivy annoys everyone.”

“Why do you keep her here if she’s so annoying?”

“Because she takes the greatest photographs on this space station. And, when she wants to, she can charm the pants off anyone and get them doing all sorts of things, all in the name of making My Single Alien look good.”

“Her photos aren’t that great,” Heather said.

“She made that three-toed Gallip with one eye look hot,” Vegas said. “She knows her stuff.”

Heather sighed and shook her head. “I’ve had another request for a discount on a bulk order of females. Anyone would think we grow them on trees and hand our ladies out to anyone.”

“Tell them politely we don’t do discounts.”

“I’m always polite,” Heather said, “even when the client is rude.”

Solan released his hold on Vegas’s delicious curves. “I should leave you to your work.”

She turned and pressed another kiss to his lips. “Thanks. It’s not that I don’t love having you around, but these aliens get anxious if they don’t get a match.”