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negotiations. The guidelines of acceptable missions were clearly delineated. But a feeling or knowledge deep within him told him there was an inconsistency with this situation.
    “They were not supposed to contact you. Especially her.” The angry man pointed to the beautiful woman, who sat straight and still in the chair. Strain lines appeared at the side of her perfectly formed mouth. For the first time in many jahr , emotions within him swirled to life when he glanced upon her face. A situation he wasn’t altogether comfortable with, Galan acknowledged privately.
    “Why her?” His interest was roused.
    “Because she has been involved in trickery and illegal behaviour before.”
    He settled his gaze once more on the woman, a turbulent look filled her eyes and he stepped forward. She said nothing, just lifted her chin a little higher, as if daring him to turn away from her. He smiled at the action. She had sass going for her, but he could swear there was a hint of vulnerability in her eyes too. He decided to take a chance.
    “We are here to negotiate. She… They will do nothing wrong. You may go now.”
     His dismissal obviously was not warmly received as the guard grimaced and extended a hand, attempting to stop him, no doubt. Galan sidestepped it easily as his security team shifted behind him. He stilled them with a quick motion.
    “Now, see here…” Galan turned, slowly. He narrowed his eyes and bared his teeth, then made a deep growling sound in his throat. The large man swallowed and stepped back. Galan didn’t move.
    Galan thought he finally must have decided that the menacing action would be followed through and he backed away. Galan released a breath, thankful to finally be alone with his people and the two he planned to negotiate with. He advanced, noting that neither of them rose.
    “You do not fear me?” Irritation flashed through him as the woman watched him in silence.
    The man called Seth shook his head. “We can’t exactly get up and run away. We’re cuffed here.” He jingled something at his back.
    Galan knew a minute of icy rage, before stepping forward to the chairs and extracting a small device from his pocket. He scanned the metal bracelets, calling forth one of the specialists who looked over his shoulder.
    “Crude and unusual, Captain.” He pulled a small sonic device from the kit he carried and dealt with the restraints. Seth sighed with relief, rubbing his wrists, but the woman only moaned, slightly pulling away from him. Galan dragged forward one of the wooden chairs and sat down opposite the woman who watched him warily.
     
    Trussed up like a prisoner wasn’t her idea of how to meet the first extraterrestrial. And this one was hot. He was smoking really, if she could discount the dazzling array of colours that danced over his skin in quite a disconcerting manner.
    “Are you… Umm… Is that your natural colouring?” Good old Seth. You can always count on him to come out with the questions you really shouldn’t ask.
    “What?” He seemed startled for a moment then let out a chuckle. “No. It’s part of the camouflage we use when travelling to a planet for the first time.” The man dipped a hand into a pocket and his skin stopped glowing. His people did the same and finally she could see them in their true colour, a deep berry brown. “We find most cultures and planets think it off putting, not knowing what we are. Is that your normal colour?” He lifted a hand towards them.
    Seth winced.
    “Yes. This is our natural colour. You will find a range here on earth.” Jessa kept her voice even and calm as she answered his query.
    The man turned to look at her again with the piercing gaze that had made her feel warm all over. “Truly?” His grin grew and she found herself fascinated as the big alien lounged indolently against a wall. His vibrant blue eyes and white-blond hair shone under the harsh lighting of the office. Instinct told her that she probably could trust him,