Chapter 7

He was not sure why the ambiguity of Rena’s sex intrigued him. His scan had shown the other to be absolutely male, yet in his current garb, he seemed female without any true hint of masculinity. How would he appear when he disrobed? Of course, Mendoza would insist they both undress, and they’d probably have to comply before the Latino could be made to fall asleep.

Mendoza dropped his flared-legged trousers and tugged off his shirt before he sprawled onto the bed. “Aye de mi! My boots. Sombra, I forgot my boots.”

Darzul strode to the bed and then tugged the old fashioned, wooden-heeled Mexican cowboy boots from his boss’s feet, tossing them aside with the rest of Mendoza’s garb.

“Now, you’re both overdreshed.” Mendoza’s words slurred. “Fixshit.”