Free Dalton, Tymber - Bightmares [Deep Space Mission Corps 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Tymber Dalton

from Emi, she threw her arms around Captain Elloy and planted a long, lingering kiss on his lips. First Officer Sam Johnson next received a hug and kiss, as did Mate Gregor Davis.
    The men barely resembled the stiffly starched, regulation-bound military grunts Emi had first met in the sim.
    Elloy smiled as he left his arm draped around Donna’s waist. “Dinner tonight, our treat,” he told Emi. “Please join us, you and the guys.”
    “What about us?” Captain John Tarrence of the Braynow Gaston joked as he appeared in the gangway. He carried several large bags, as did his First Officer, Alex Parisi, and the mate, Jules Green.
    Emi silently snickered. Donna never was a light packer. Emi wondered how many crates in the Braynow Gaston’s cargo hold belonged to her.
    The men of the Braynow Gaston handed the bags off to the K-2 crew. “Of course you guys can tag along,” Elloy joked. “You brought our missing crew member to us. We owe you.”
    Parisi snorted. “You thank us now. You should see how much crap she brought with her.”
    Emi finally laughed. “ That sounds like the girl I went to school with.”
    “Oh, come on, it’s stuff I need,” Donna groused. “Not like I can pop out to the store any time I run out of my favorite shampoo or eyeliner.”
    Elloy kissed her again. “You don’t need makeup.”
    “You say that now, but you have no clue.”
    They finalized dinner arrangements. Emi waved off Donna’s invitation for Emi to join them while she got settled in on the K-2 .
    “No, I think your guys have plans for you,” she teased.
    “Got that right,” Parisi mumbled as he shouldered one of the duffel bags. His eyes had never left Donna since he spotted her, his unbridled passion hitting Emi’s empathic senses in strong waves that made her want to return to the Tamora Bight and drag her own men into bed.
    Emi grinned as she returned to her ship. Donna would be doing a lot of things that afternoon. After all that time spent away from her men, however, unpacking probably wasn’t one of them.

    * * * *

    When they gathered at the restaurant later that evening, Donna sported a love bite on her neck that hadn’t been there upon her arrival at the station. Emi noticed all three of the K-2 men appeared more relaxed than they had before.
    Emi arched an eyebrow at her friend as they stood in the lobby and waited for their table to open.
    “What?” Donna asked, snuggling closer to Gregor Davis, her arm hooked through his. “They missed me!”
    Caph snorted with laughter. “I bet they missed you two or three times worth each this afternoon.”
    Donna grinned while Gregor’s face turned red. “Maybe even more than that,” she teased. Emi laughed. Donna had no problems dishing it out, her ball-busting attitude a perfect complement for the K-2 crew. A Beta-ranked healer, her rating not as high as Emi’s own Alpha ranking, but still a respectable achievement and nothing to sneeze at. Apparently she’d used the journey from Earth to bone up on the region they were traveling to and had compiled all available reports and information on the colony.
    “They’re a huge agriform group,” she explained to everyone at the table once they were seated. “They didn’t have to terraform the planet, but they have done a lot of genetic crop engineering. It’s been an active colony for four Earth years, and they’re slated to go online in three years as a far-space permanent base for the ISNC and DSMC to use as a jump point for more distant explorations.”
    Emi scrolled through some of the information in the hand-held reader Donna had taken from her purse. “No idea what their problem is?”
    “No. The transmission cut off before it finished. They declared a class C-3 medical emergency. That means something widespread, of unknown origin, and potentially fatal. They asked for research and medical support, as well as security support.”
    “Security?” Aaron asked. “Why?”
    “I don’t know.” Donna took