Penny's Protector (Icehome, #9)

by Ruby Dixon

"I will find something special for you. Give me a few days." "Just make sure it's not a fish,"

"I like your face." "I am glad. I cannot do much about it," he murmurs, eyes still closed.

Men here are different, I remind myself. There's no cultural jokes about fat chicks or frigid women or anything along those lines. The women here are revered and each alien man acts like he's acquired a special prize when resonance happens.

“She has talked about nothing else for days,” Thrand adds, casting a sly look at his mate. “Even when I tell her we should talk more about me.”

“Where’s all your stuff?” I ask him, gesturing at the hut. “This isn’t a home.” He shrugs in the darkness and pulls my tunic over my head, then gestures that I should get under the furs. “It is not a home until my mate is here. Now that she is, we can make this a home together.”