“You don’t need to thank me.” He frowned and I almost thought he might’ve been insulted.

I let out a breath. I was messing this up. “I think I do. I’m not sure I’d have made it out of there—”

“Don’t. Please.” His glow brightened.

I wasn’t sure if he was mad at me. “I’m sor—”

He closed his eyes and the glow faded. When he opened his eyes, I was surprised to see the anger still there. “I’m furious, but not with you. Never with you.” He motioned to the door. “I’m going to go check on things. I’ll be back in a few.”

Lorne left so quickly—before I could even say thank you again—that I wondered if he’d been lying. If some part of him was mad at me. And if he was mad, I wasn’t sure how to fix it or if he’d even be around long enough that I should try to fix it.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

The shower was warm and amazing. The only thing that got me to leave it was knowing that there probably wasn’t an unlimited supply of water on a ship. The soap smelled earthy and a little smoky. It wasn’t what I would’ve chosen for myself, but it was nice and left my skin feeling silky, despite the few spots of calluses, and if I wasn’t mistaken, my hair felt less crunchy. I wasn’t sure if that was the healing pod or Lorne’s conditioner, but either way I’d take it. I sighed as I dried off. Even the towel smelled good.

I’d thought the shower at the spaceport had been nice, but this one was amazing.

A knock sounded at the door. “Ami?”

“One second.” I quickly pulled on the clothes. The pants were too long, but I rolled the waist to take up the extra room. The sweater was also too big to be anything other than his, but it was so soft I wanted to live in it. I lifted it and took a big breath in.

Lorne. It smelled like his soap, only better.

When I opened the door, Lorne was leaning against the wall. He stood straight and gave me a nod. “Okay. This way. I don’t have much on board, but it’s better than nothing.”

I smiled at him, trying to ease whatever nerves he was feeling. As we left the room, I thought of the slimy green mystery food on Earth. “It can’t be worse than prison food.”

He stopped walking. “Prison?”