Chapter 70

The alien who'd kidnapped her-or rescued her like a knight in a tinfoil jumpsuit-began to choke. Startled that her blue captor might die before she'd asked him some questions-and studied him-she thumped him on the back, hard.

"Are you okay? Is it the atmosphere? Do you need some mouth to mouth?"

The hacking cough turned into a wheeze then rumbles, which suspiciously sounded like laughter. Moving to stand in front of him, she looked up-and up some more-into his face and saw that yes, indeed, he was chuckling.

Penelope, who preferred Penny, stuck her hands on her hips and glared at him. Not that it had any effect. The blue hunk continued to laugh. And the more he guffawed away, the longer she had to study him, and as male specimens went-wow!