Alien Reject (Fated Mates of the Sea Sand Warlords, #4)

by Ursa Dax

“Yeah, well... none of your beeswax, buddy,” I muttered. Luckily, since it was in English, he wouldn’t know what a lame retort I’d come up with. “Beeswax... is this different from the cool story bro you mentioned the other day?”

“Can you, like, go back to the tents? I can’t pee with you standing so close.” “Why not? Does your human anatomy in that area stop working in the presence of an attractive, virile, mate-worthy male?”

“I’m fine,” I croaked, swallowing the offending food. “There’s probably just something wrong with the meat you brought back.” Galok’s look of concern melted into a grin, and I felt my cheeks grow weirdly warm. Again. “There is nothing wrong with it, Kat. It is just that your tiny mouth perhaps cannot handle all my meat.”

“I should be the one asking you if you’re OK. Where I’m from, I’m known for throwing one mean punch.” Galok looked at me blankly for a moment, then collapsed to the ground. “Oh, send for the healers! Please! The mighty Kat has felled me with one of her tiny, beautiful fists.”

“Galok, do you want to go on a date with me?” “Yes,” I answered immediately, though I had no idea what she was actually asking of me. “What’s a date?”