Chapter 19

“There better be some good stuff in these samples,” he grumbled.

Jude set aside his snow shovel and started prying up dirt. “Why? Do you have something better to be doing?”

“You.”

“I’ll keep,” said Jude. “Much as I enjoy your dick, I have a job here.”

“There you go, being reasonable again.” Though it did his ego good to hear how Jude enjoyed his dick.

“One of us needs to be. They don’t pay us to have sex, you know.”

It was true, and Cal shoveled more snow in the interest of finishing sooner rather than later. All the exertion was making him hungry, so he wanted to get done and in for lunch. He was debating what meal he’d prefer when his suit chimed.

“Incoming transmission,” said the computerized voice.

This was encouraging, as they’d set communications to route through the suits while they were out. With any luck, rescue was on its way.