Mal licked his lips. He watched Jayne strip down. First boots, then shirt, then...
He looked away. No rutting way was he going to watch those pants come undone.
Maybe a peek.
Tzao gao. Maybe this was that special hell Shepherd Book had been talking about. �Course, it didn�t really feel that much like hell. Excepting for the whole �hot� thing.
Really hot, and now, Jayne was shimmying out of his boxers and no, Mal was definitely not watching.
�C�mon Mal,� the mercenary grinned, �Got no coin to pay me, and you know damn well I don�t work for free.�