Tylar Daire is the navigator on a space mission whose focus is to discover a cure for a mysterious illness killing colonists on Terra. The crew consists of the captain, a soldier for protection, a scientist to study the virus, Tylar himself, and hot-shot ace pilot Rion Z'ev. From the moment Tylar and Rion meet, sparks fly. They try their best to keep their growing relationship from the others, but when they're alone on the bridge during the day, or holed away in the sleeping quarters at night, they can't keep their hands off each other.<br><br>Soldier Jareth is an old friend of Tylar's. When he begins to suspect he's caught the virus they're trying to cure, he swears Tylar to secrecy. But Jareth gets worse, until he can't hide it any more, and he collapses out in the field. Will the crew be able to defeat the virus, or is it too late to save them all?

Navigator's Log

ship, and it was all I could do not to jump them immediately about


that sample. Rion seemed as eager as I—we met the crew at the


airlock, something we had never done before, and I swear he shifted


from foot to foot as we waited for them to hurry the hell up. Get


out of those suits, decompressurize, decontaminate. I was ready to


just grab the boy’s shoulders and kiss him already, bet or no bet,


doors turned green, and we stepped back. The others filed into the


room dressed in the thin, mesh Spandex flight suits we wear


onboard, Ansel and Paol with armloads of little plastic bags and


glass vials full of samples. Excuse me, specimens.And


Jareth with his gun grinning sheepishly at Rion and me. “You guys


saw me step in that shit, didn’t you? It’s all overmy boot.


Chapter 4