“You’d better go,” she said softly, looking past him to the woman standing in the cargo bay doors. “Freya’s waiting for you.”
“She don’t trust me,” Mal joked. “Afraid I’ll stay here with you instead of wandering off into the black with her.”
“Would you?”
“No.” He smiled, his blue eyes crinkling. “My home’s with her. Always will be.”
-- Skylark by Jane0904