“I’ll have to get you to design and fabricate a commercial kitchen for me at CastleWater,” she said absently to Tarin.
“I’m glad to be able to help,” Tarin said and smiled at her.
“Sara, maybe you should ask before you assume…” Sam chided gently.
“Oh no, my fox; on Sarran, giving a fem, any fem, never mind our own femspring, what she needs is our primary purpose, other than fighting the Zyptz.”
“We intend to spoil Sara for the rest of our days. I’ll get the coffee and dessert.” Mark got up and kissed the hot spot at the nape of Sara’s neck and she turned red because she emitted a barely audible moan.
* * * *
Gatehouse, Castle Air: 22:00 tines
“This was a marvelous evening. I’m so happy to have acquired two offspring and a femspring with my bonded, to say nothing of two grandspring. Ah, yes, I meant to ask—why Nafchael? I understand the meaning but the origin escapes me,” Tarin asked Mark.