Free Fire Island: Book 3 of The Chatterre Trilody (Chatterre Trilogy) by Jeanne Foguth

that everyone should be perfect clones, would be outright hostile about anyone being in public half-clothed. Particularly a female.
    What a boring, repressed world it would be, if Varlet and his pals had their way.
    Pain in his hand brought Cameron's attention back to the cooking. As he moved out of range of the bacon's spitting grease, he had to admit that perhaps Varlet had a point about how distracting a half-naked woman could be. Moving the pan to the side, he hurried below, grabbed the robe he had laid out for her, brought it up and handed it to her.
    Her confused expression was comical. It almost looked like no one had ever given her clothing, before. It also looked like she didn't have a clue that he meant for her to put it on.
    Before he thought about the possible ramifications, he grabbed the robe out of her hands, shook it out than flipped it over her head.
    There, she could not mistake his meaning, now.
    Recalling what had happened, when he'd touched GEA-4, Cameron quickly stepped out of range, before Captaintemakiatano got her arms through the sleeves, and went back to tending their breakfast.
    "You expect me to wear this tent?" She flapped around in the robe, as if she was a fish caught in a net. "Are you serious?" she demanded.
    He plucked the cooked strips of bacon out of the pan and placed them on parchment to drain off the grease, then, he poured the excess fat into the canister and placed the egg-soaked day-old bread in the hot pan.
    "Are you going to tell me why you put this thing on me?"
    Cameron flipped over the fried bread.
    "You aren't going to talk to me, are you?" Captaintemakiatano stormed out of the galley. "GEA-4 where are you?"
    Her companion, who had made no complaint about putting on a similar robe, answered from the bow. "What?"
    "He made you wear one of these ugly things, too?" After that, there were more unintelligible words, but softer.
    Cameron grasped the fully cooked slices of fried bread and put them on three plates, then added two eating sticks and a few slices of bacon to each dish. Even as he placed the dishes on the table, he couldn't understand why Captaintemakiatano was unhappy over wearing the robes of an allocate. Putting on his first robe had been a high point of his life.
    With a sigh, he rang the bell, then sat down to eat.
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    Nimri opened her eyes to find both Larwin and Kazza staring at her, concern in their expressions. "What's wrong?"
    "You were having a nightmare."
    She struggled to sit up, the bulk of her pregnancy, plus linens damp with perspiration, making this simple task difficult. "Did I kick you out of bed, again?"
    Both Kazza and Larwin nodded.
    Wow, it took a lot to move Larwin and even more to budge Kazza; she was in better shape than she'd thought. The baby kicked her ribs, making her wonder if her unborn baby had helped clear the bed. Nimri winced. "Sorry about that."
    "Do you feel alright?"
    Larwin's expression was so serious, that doubts began to nag her thoughts. "Yes." He arched a brow, letting her know that he knew she was not telling all. "Well, aside from being hungry, that is."
    He didn't move. Neither did Kazza. Worse, now both of Larwin's brows were arched in question. This was not good. "Did I do or say something – aside from kicking you out of bed, that is?"
    "You were kicking, scratching and screaming that someone stole your cone."
    Memories of the tiny pinecone she had magically received made her clutch the amulet bag at her throat. "Did I hurt either of you?"
    While Kazza snorted in disdain, Larwin shook his head, and asked, "Is our child all right?"
    Now that she understood what he was so concerned about, Nimri smiled, took his large, callused hand in both of hers and placed it on her abdomen. Almost immediately, their son began kick-boxing his hand. Larwin smiled with relief.
    "In my nightmare, there were four madrox. Three smaller ones plus one huge one." She swallowed. "It was difficult, because they moved fast and confusing, because the