His golden eyes went wide as he took her in, wrapped in a robe that didn’t even come to her knees, her long hair over her shoulders, reaching nearly to her navel, and her bare feet. “I have received your message, Captain Renwell,” she drawled. “I also must insist we meet at eight in the evening rather than nine.” “This is most inappropriate,” was Ryker’s answer, looking her in the eyes, and only in her eyes.
