(8) Donner

Trigg breathed a sigh of relief as the door closed. Something about the way Cassandra Luckenbach had looked at him had him exceptionally uncomfortable – no, he was lying to himself. Something about Cassandra Luckenbach made him exceptionally uncomfortable. It’s not that he was a guy to get his feathers ruffled at just any little thing. He prided himself in his calm and calculating demeanor, and keeping his moments of emotional weakness private behind the hatch to his quarters. He . . .