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couldn’t hold back the hard yawn.
    The screen flashed and she squinted against the sudden glare. “Anya.” Her supervisor’s sharp smile irked her, Stanton’s smooth, perfect features belying his vindictive streak. “Did I wake you?”
    She matched his smile with a smirk of her own. “I’ve taken to wearing a sheet to stave off the boredom.” She straightened in her seat and scratched her shoulder. “Your scheduled check-in is three days from now. Did you start to miss me?”
    “The lab rats have analyzed your recent results and are squealing about strange readings.” Stanton looked to his right, his eyes narrowed. “Data’s streaming from the array that indicates an event occurred only moments ago.” Her supervisor narrowed dark eyes on her. “And you were asleep.”
    “An event?” Anya focused on keeping herself relaxed. She had no intention of sharing her experiences with Stanton. He was the one who’d stuck her out in the backend of space to monitor the massive white star for a bunch of slack-jawed academics. Ones who couldn’t bring themselves to leave Earth’s safe atmosphere. “What sort of event?”
    “A bright flare of unknown energy, focused and they think coming from Alpha-Volantis-7’s largest moon.”
    Anya glanced up to the long curve of the transparent shielding that formed the windows. The moon’s reflected light washed over her, soothing, and she pulled in a slow breath. Was that where her lovers came from? But her equipment had shown no signs of life on any of the white star’s planets and moons. “So,” she brought her attention back to the screen, “what do you want me to do?”
    “Three of these flares have occurred over the past four hours. The lab rats can’t find a correlation yet, but they believe the next one will be in the next three hours.” Stanton’s mouth thinned. “Try and be awake for that event.”
    Her supervisor cut the connection and a sharp burst of laughter broke from her. “Yes, I’ll try to stay awake, Stanton.” She stood and stretched her arms above her head, easing the ache of tired muscles, but unfortunately she was awake now. Unknotting the sheet, she threw it to the bed and padded into the small washing facility.
    “Low lights,” she murmured, and a soft golden hue splashed over the metal walls, the sink and the clear, sealed shower cubicle. For her isolation, the Academy had allowed her the luxury of a water shower and she sighed as she palmed open the door. It sealed around her, ensuring no precious water vapor escaped. Jets splashed over her legs, belly, breasts, shoulders, hair and her hand edged the smooth wet walls to the alcove that held her soaps.
    Lather ran in swift rivulets down her belly, the soft scent of almonds filling the warmed air. Anya sighed and turned her face to the rush of water above her head.
    The sudden grip of hands at her ankles had her gasping and she spat water. “What the—”
    The fingers tightened around her ankles and lips brushed her ear. “Silence.”
    “They’re monitoring you.”
    “We know.” His teeth nipped at her earlobe. “Now close your eyes and stay silent. We need to focus.”
    Fingers gripped her wrists and lifted her arms above her head, and the bizarre sensation of being gripped by hands, stretching her, had a smile tugging at her mouth. Questions buzzed through her thoughts, but if she voiced them, her mysterious lovers would leave her, and she wasn’t quite ready for that.
    A mouth closed over her breast, a pointed tongue teasing, rolling her nipple, and she bit at her lip. Another mouth took her other breast and Anya crushed her eyes against the sharp sparks of need rippling through her body.
    “Why are you doing this to me?” The thought ran clear in her mind.
    “Ah, now you understand.” A smile curved the mouth suckling her right breast. “Voice, your movement, is so much effort. When we could be doing this…”
    Hands gripped her thighs and a nose and tongue nuzzled