“So I’ve been thinkin’,” Wayne said as MeLaan passed him. “Yeah?” she asked, glancing at him. Rusts. Wax might think it weird, considering she was like a billion years old or something, but it seemed like even longer since a woman had looked at him like that. It wasn’t a lusty look or anything like that, it was . . . what was the word . . . Fond. Yup, that would do.
